#thought y'all were making fucked up little jokes but in fact it was just rattling off a list of things that occur in the movie

[kneelb4kesha]

that woman you called a villain for wanting to skin one hundred and one (101) puppies? her mom was murdered by evil dogs

#cruella #thought y'all were making fucked up little jokes but in fact it was just rattling off a list of things that occur in the movie #....if any pedantic lil shits are reading this: yes i know it was 99 puppies. i’m aware. i’m aware of that.

[yanderart]

He caught you when no one else did; defeated you when no one else could. Whether you liked to admit it or not, Eraserhead had clearly proven his worth.

So why didn't you prove yours, little villain?

Another portrait for my POV yandere series, this time of Aizawa. Got a few people requesting me to draw/write for him so hopefully y'all enjoy it 🖤

Below the cut, as customary for the series, is a longshot one-shot that delves further into the backstory (Aizawa x Villain Reader, nsfw, dark themes, 8k).

TWs: dub-con, graphic smut, Bad Bondage Etiquette, degradation/humiliation, brat (villain) taming, cumplay and slight bimbofication. Scumbag Aizawa is real.

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   The day you met Eraserhead, looking back, saying your worries had been misplaced would be an understatement. With not being apprehended and losing street cred at the very top of your list, it was decidedly easy to skip over any of the other big red-lettered warnings.

   You first felt the tickle in your nape while you carried your acquisitions across downtown Musutafu, accompanied by the familiar presage of someone watching your every movement. The city around you was bustling, as was the norm, as loud and meandering in its complaints as a chronically diseased elder, yet the alleys you took as shortcuts grew quieter and quieter with each step. 

   It was eerie, alarming, and a platitude of other adjectives you shamefully chose to neglect. 

   “So this is the great V/N in the flesh,” the lazy cadence of someone calling out your alias froze you mid-step, the way his owner dragged each syllable telling you he hadn’t yet decided whether you were worth wasting his breath on. 

   Your body was responding before you even had a chance to properly process the threat, running on instinct and muscle memory as you twirled to face the mysterious man and prepared to...

   “Cute dress, kid.” Eraserhead in the flesh stood barely a few feet away, glowing scarlet orbs illuminating his preternaturally blank expression and transforming it instead into a visage of pure intimidation. “Didn’t pitch you for the frilly type.”

   The growing panic in your chest put a hitch in your breath as you stared back. Yet you couldn’t help but still try, fruitlessly hoping—hands clenched, nails puncturing your own flesh as you tried to force your dormant quirk awake. And all for naught, considering your efforts were only repaid by the hatchet of your sinking realization being buried even deeper. 

   Although, the Pro-Hero also appeared to notice your meager attempts, taking a few steps closer to your form with a condescending gleam in his otherwise somber features. 

   Before you were conscious of what you were looking at (and before you had half a mind to attempt a quirkless attack on the hero), you observed the weapon wrapped around his neck unfolding fluidly, the extensions of fabric reaching out to envelop you in a forceful embrace that left your arms tucked to your sides and your back uncomfortably straightened. 

   “Better to trap you before you get any wild ideas. It’s your fault you’re in this position in the first place anyways,” he was taunting you, prodding you and poking you as you found yourself completely at his mercy, uselessly struggling much in the same way many of your victims had surely felt in their last few moments at your hands. 

   "Eraserhead," his pseudonym resembled an insult on your tongue, your rage and resentment making for rather colorful enhancements. "Don’t you have anything better to do than trapping helpless girls with this weapon of yours? Didn't peg you for a pervert."

   Usually, you managed to reign in some of your nastier attitudes, channeling them into your quirk and the violence you could inflict with it…

   But tied up and under the influence of his own ability as you were? All you had was pettiness. 

   "You can dress up as a civ all you want. Won't be fooling me." He took several steps, closing the distance between you two with barely the hint of a smile morphing his stern expression.  

   You could see the faint stubble on his handsome face from this up close, blood-shot eyes that refused to blink as they studied you in ample detail. Could even see the scar carved onto one of his cheekbones, a textured promise of the fight he had survived and now wore as a medal. 

   Such was your luck, that the Pro to finally catch up with you had to be this rugged scumbag. 

   "I'm not even engaging in any criminal activities, Eraseridiot." Your insult was terrible, but you were never much of a verbal sparrer. Not when you could use your fists instead. "What are you gonna send me to the pigs for? I know my rights."

   And you did. So when the condescension on the lazy hero's face turned into a full-on expression of mockery as he approached your "bag of acquisitions," you audibly gulped. Goddamn stalker couldn't have been following you for that long? Could he? 

    If only you knew. 

   "Then," he held up the bag with an indolent brand of interest, the contents dangling tauntingly from his clutch. "How do you explain this over here? I reckon even dirt like you knows what stealing qualifies as." His other hand dived for the contents and before you could voice any protest, cheeks blushing furiously, a slow hint of a chuckle was bobbing his adam's apple. "It would be a fun thing to peg you down for, though."

   That damned weapon of his didn't give out an inch as you started to furiously struggle, becoming instead impossibly tighter with each futile attempt at freeing yourself.

   "You fucking psycho, is this your sick way of trying to pick me up or something?"

   But your quip did not deter him at all (if anything, it spurred him on). The hand inside the bag tensed for a moment before he was retrieving the sole object inside. To say mortification was written all over your face would be an understatement. 

   A dark pantyhose now hung from Eraserhead's nimble fingers, not a second being wasted by the Hero before he proceeded to bring it up to his face, carelessly stretching the garment until you could see every single one of his features through the sheer material. The way the moonlight caught in it, bouncing off and bathing his patronizing face, made for uncomfortably intimate imagery. 

   (Yet a part of you, one you would never admit existed if further questioned, also could not help but notice the striking attractiveness of it all, making you want to squirm for completely different reasons while the man continued to exert his quirk on you through the fabric of your fucking lingerie.)

   "Gotta say, didn't take you for a pantyhose kind of gal either. Girls like you…" He uttered the last part more like an afterthought, tossing the bag aside before his hands continued toying with the tights absentmindedly. "Are suited for something like fishnets much more."

   By that point, you were sure he was just playing with you. You were such a harmless joke, restrained and showcased like a prize for his viewing pleasure.

   "Reckon you must own quite a few pairs, uh?" He continued egging you on when you failed to give a timely enough answer. 

   (Perhaps the fact that he so easily guessed that detail should’ve been your first real warning, too.)

   Yet you couldn’t help how his condescension and the downright dirty way he stared at you sent dark shivers up your spine, the threat he represented turning strangely alluring under the dim street lights illuminating you both. 

   As a villain, you had robbed, murdered, set people ablaze, and even stolen a popsicle or two from some crying kids. So why were Eraserhead's words having such an effect on you? Why did, a part of you deep down, seemed enthused by the awful way in which he was speaking to you?

   "You don't have any proof I stole them. I just threw away the receipt after I bought them. Very environmentally unconscious of them, too, when electrical ones are a thing."

   Now you were just rambling. What an adorable sight. 

   "Hmm, never thought I'd hear "environmentally unconscious" being uttered by a two-bit criminal." He stopped stretching the lingerie for a moment, thoughtfully scratching at his incipient stubble with his free hand instead, "Are you really trying to sell me the good samaritan angle?"

   To his credit too, he seemed genuinely puzzled by your approach for an instant. Guess even an experienced pro like him still had room to be shocked. 

   "I'm not trying to sell you anything, imbecile." The snobbishly controlled tone of yours was back, the shaking of panic subsiding while you held onto your only hope of leaving this confrontation unscathed. "And my rights clearly state you need proof to apprehend me. Need causality to exert your quirk on me, too, or you would be the one breaking the law." 

   Now, Eraserhead wasn’t annoyed per se. You could tell from what little he had already spoken (and from the myriad of cautionary tales you had been told) that little could rattle the man at all, but your comment definitely appeared to intrigue him. It made you feel like an animal being studied, pinned down, and ready to be dissected for his own morbid curiosity.

   "Isn't this just rich?" His tone was almost lethargic, words dragging on with a faint rumble. "Are you going to run off to the police, then? Tell them how a Pro trapped you and tried turning you in for a very obvious act of theft?", his eyebrows were raised, eyes more awake despite his monotone voice carrying on. "Be my guest then."

   Because of course you were all bark, no bite and he was more than willing to call you out on your shit. So instead of continuing down that route, you decided to veer for a new approach, switching from your assortment of insolent tactics. 

   "Do you get off on this, then?" Your voice morphing into meekness while you adopted an expression of distress, bottom lip jutting out with the sparkle of thinly veiled sarcasm glimmering in your eyes. "Do you like thinking of yourself as the Big Bad Hero, maybe?" And you could tell by the way the incipient smile froze on his lips that your question had caught him off guard. Made you wanna press even harder, "Do you like the idea of taking a defenseless little girl into an alley and showing her just how bad you can be? Maybe planned on teaching me a lesson, is that it?"

   His frown mimicked yours now, no longer any hints of cruel enjoyment on his part. His eyes still glowed red, but he was now squinting ever so slightly, zeroing in on you not only due to the limits of his quirk but also due to the words rapidly continuing to escape your impudent mouth. 

   "Does Eraserhead like to fuck his lays into being law-abiding citizens? Is the power over someone else what really gets you off, perhaps?"

   It was like a spell was cast on the both of you. He couldn't drift his attention, his eyes couldn't stop scanning your face — quickly flickering from the hatred coloring your gaze to the slight quiver of frustration shaking your lips. The hand which he still used to grab your stockings was now a closed fist, knuckles growing pale from the poorly contained strength.

   "Bet you plotted this entire thing, you creep. Wanted to take me behind an alley and show me my place." Your taunts were becoming increasingly more risqué, the anger blurring your sense of preservation—and the hint of something else too, a secret excitement you were unwilling to recognize. "Wanted to have me all submissive and obedient under you, surely. Show me what a scary hero cock can do, is that it?"

   But instead of earning another entertaining grimace, you had a first-row seat to the rapidly darkening expression on his face. Eyes squinted at the same time that the bandages settled even tighter around you, cutting off your breath for a moment before relenting just enough not to suffocate you. 

    And that's when you first felt it for the first time, just when your jests died on your lips and you drank on his foreboding reaction. The grip of Eraserhead's quirk, more constricting than any ropes, wavering faintly around the prison he had constructed around you; the distinct buzzing in your hands returning for a mere instant before flickering out again.

   Now that was interesting.

   "Should watch what you're saying," the pro-hero sounded gruff, voice tinted by a new kind of intensity.

   Like a shark smelling the smallest whiff of blood, you couldn’t help your instincts urging you to dial down. 

   "Always knew you hero types had a hard-on for the power trips. Bet you were using all of this as a decoy. Is this when you strip me and hold me down? When you plow me into the floor of this alley and tell me to "behave or else"?" 

   You knew your jabs were going too far, getting too brazen… yet as much as you enjoyed making the Pro visibly uncomfortable, once he decided to close the distance between you two there was little you could do to stop yourself from flinching. A fire inhabited his expression, the vivid brightness emanating from his stare not only intimidating, but downright frightening too.

   "Are you trying to rile me up?" His hand gripped your face with force, bandages shifting until they were enveloping your neck, holding you up and forcing you to reciprocate his glare, "What do you think will you achieve by antagonizing me even more, V/N?"

   You just looked at him through your eyelashes, still somehow managing to play up the innocent act through the layers of fear settling in. And as expected, it only served to further his irritation, calloused fingers digging even deeper into your cheeks and coaxing the claws of terror to continue trailing their nails all around you. 

   "I’m just trying to understand you, Eraserhead." The way you smiled at him was defiance personified despite it all, your tongue wetting your lips while you caught his eyes following the movement. There was the slightest give of his quirk again, a fluctuation in his concentration informing you that you were finally on the right track. "And I think, given the fact that I haven’t been cuffed yet, that we can both still come to a mutual agreement."

   Fingers twitched around your jawline, muffling your words while your sides were squished together harshly. But even manhandling you, the Hero couldn’t hide the spark in his eyes, an interest you foolishly believed to be ignited by your former comments. 

   "So you are indeed trying to rile me up then." It was an assertion, not a hint of doubt in his leisure intonation. 

   Instead of replying this time, you just slowly blinked his way, observing your imitation of meekness reflected in a gaze that refused to abandon yours. It had been so long since you last tried to play coy, so long since you needed to depend on anything besides your own strength and ruthlessness. You couldn’t help the thrill you got from playing the role. 

   "Think you’ll get me distracted enough to break away, I bet." He was whispering directly against your skin after getting dangerously closer, the heat from his cushioned lips provoking an involuntary shiver. "Do you believe nobody else tried this approach before, little villain?"

   You gulped, feeling caught before you even had time to properly set the stage. 

   "I wasn’t..."

   "Weren’t what, trying to seduce me?" There was a sense of levity hidden somewhere under his timbre, stored between words that kept dragging on in a mantle of aloofness. "Or did you not mean any of your words?"

   When you didn’t reply, you could feel the cruel smile resurfacing against your earlobe. 

   "If I lift your dress right now, do you think I’ll have my answer?" His question sounded almost casual, as weightless as your alias had been when he first called you out. 

   Your heartbeat sang in your chest, an anxious hummingbird trapped inside your ribcage. Because you knew the answer, you both did. 

   When the hand still clutching your bunched hosiery came up to press the fabric against your thighs, you could not help the gasp that escaped you.

   "I bet all those things you were just saying…" His tone drifted off as the stockings were slowly guided up the vastness of your legs, fingers barely grazing you through the thin layer of the stolen undergarments. He was thoroughly teasing you, enjoying the manner in which your expression contorted in response. "You just want me to do them to you, don’t you?"

   Even if you would’ve wanted to object, the pressure of his nylon-covered digits finally reaching your dampened panties was enough to kill any possible refusal. He traced the outline of your slit, soft touches running across it with deceitful lightness, and your mind became positively staggered as you were rendered overwhelmed by his actions. 

   You didn’t have to worry about his next move for long, either, because barely a moment’s notice passed before his entire palm was eagerly covering your crotch. And the new way in which he groped you was demanding, the heel of his wrist putting just enough pressure to drag a shamefully loud mewl from you. 

   The douchebag even had the gall to laugh at your reaction, the sound of his mirth prompting you to writhe even harder as he continued to feel you up through your rapidly soaking underwear. 

   "Knew you’d be a slutty one." His breath was hoarse against the side of your face, the stubble on his jaw scratching against your skin in a way which made you wonder how it would feel pressing elsewhere. "So fucking wet, it must hurt being this eager."

   He didn’t specify what exact kind of pain he meant, whether your growing need for release or the insufferable blow all of this represented to your pride. Somehow, though, you had an inkling that he was referencing both. 

   "Wanna show me just how needy you are?" His words echoed with each laboured breath of his, one of the few signs you had that he was clearly very much into the whole affair despite his detached demeanor. "Maybe you could show me more of your adorable little cries." 

   As Eraserhead rutted his palm against you another time, you found your hips lowering down to chase the feeling much to your own chagrin, more moans making their way out of your panting mouth while he coaxed you to sing the notes of his preferred melody. 

   It was true that you hated his guts… but another fact was that you hadn’t had action in a long while either. Even with the threat of imprisonment hanging over you, you could not deny how desirable the idea to get to cum against that veiny hand of him was, to grip those muscular shoulders as you reached the perdition he was so tantalizingly offering. 

   Decidedly forgotten was your plan of you being the one distracting him. For fuck’s sake, you really were a needy whore. 

   "Why not show me how you cum for me in this alley, if you’re really that desperate?" His words kept getting cruder, his tongue tracing a languid stripe from your earlobe down to the side of your neck, a beautiful path of distractions threatening to dip your sanity even lower. "Be the dirty little villain that I know you are, doll."

   But just as soon as the stimulation was hitting you a second time, so it suddenly disappeared. One second fingers were flexing against your tender flesh, coated by your arousal through the layers of fabric separating you and fluttering with the promise of an impending release, and then the very next instant you were left to whimper (a villain like you, actually whimpering!) in the unbearable wake of their absence. 

   When your eyes searched for the Hero’s again, in his blown out pupils you could only dare interpret part of the enjoyment he was getting from watching you scram for his touch, beautifully bold handwriting spelling out arousal for all to read.  

   Watching you so easily betray your own ego after all of your lip service? More than simple music to his ears, it was an entire sonnet. 

   "But, now that I think of it, you were the one trying to walk away free from this. So why should you be the one getting pleasured?"

   Even in your precarious situation, you couldn’t help rolling your eyes. 

   "Are you fucking kidding me?" Apparently, your discomfort at being denied was enough to forego your better senses.

   The bindings contracted around you in quick response to your insolence, your neck being craned even further and your arms mishandled until they were behind your back instead of at your sides, a sharp pain blooming from your shoulders as you struggled to adjust.

   Treated like this, he really did make you feel like a helpless little doll. (Goddamn, that thought alone was enough to have your juices gushing again, the trails of your excitement starting to make a mess of your inner thighs.)

   "You don’t get it, do you?" He asked in a despondent voice, unblinking eyes still refusing to abandon your face as he elaborated, "you should already be on your way to some second-rate villain prison, cuffed and muzzled and someone else’s problem."

   At his reminder of what you believed to be your impending fate, the mocking pout on your face transformed into a retelling of real horror. Because your spotless reputation was the one trick in your book that had managed to give you a sliver of notoriety over the rest of the unremarkable criminals, much more significant than any quirk or grandiose crime. 

   So for someone like you to lose that? You might as well hang up the villain costume and retire, for all anyone would care. (And yes, you had been called an attention whore a lot throughout your life, but who could blame you when you couldn’t help but thrive on it?)

   Sensing your spiraling thoughts, the Pro raised his eyebrows in an almost pitiful stint, as if he was truly empathizing with the agonized look of your face. 

   "I know you don’t want that, doll." As his declaration dragged on, the grip that had been steadying your jaw was swapped instead for the peculiar feeling of damp fabric —your pantyhose being pushed against your cheek and spreading your own juices around, all while Eraserhead intently studied the new wave of disgust coloring your features. "So why not show me that even a villain slut like you can behave? Give me a reason to believe that and..." The slickered garment was now pressing to your closed lips, your eyes starting to water with the weight of the humiliation you were being made to endure. "Maybe then I’ll consider letting you go."

    You knew he was lying, had every right to doubt the sincerity of his promise and, in its place, conclude he just meant to take advantage of you in your desperate state and then leave you for the pigs to find anyway. 

    You knew all of that, and yet you still opened your mouth and allowed him to do as he pleased. When he worked the pair of soiled stockings inside, you had troubles recognizing the pathetic sight being reflected your way from the wild hue of his gaze. 

   For someone who had always prided herself in being a predator, you had never looked more like prey.

   "Fuck, that’s it, doll." He pushed the piece further with his fingers, forcing you to stretch your lips until your jaw started to hurt from the strain. His fingers swirled inside, pressing the soaked material against the flat of your tongue and instructing you to eagerly lick it.

   You had never felt as debased in your entire life, being forced to choose between savoring your own arousal while tied up in an alley or ruining a reputation you had fought so earnestly to maintain. 

   (And yet your thighs were pressing together now, attempting to create some meager friction to alleviate a yearning that did nothing but shift, demand, grow.)

   "Look at you cleaning up your own mess," he almost sounded proud of you as you kept dutifully sucking, his other hand brushing your hair away from your shoulders in a strangely consoling way. "Seeing you all obedient like this, one could be fooled into thinking there is yet hope for reform."

   By the time the Hero finally took his hand away, bunching up the stockings before fitting them into one of the hidden pockets of his dark costume, you thought you could discern a mocking smile through the clouds of tears.

   "But now, now, doll… are you gonna keep crying or do you wanna try and take proper care of me next?"

   Not finding it in yourself to raise your voice again, you instead opted to wet your lips hesitantly as you awaited for him to elaborate further. There was a question dying to be asked, struggling somewhere alongside the myriad of insolent retorts and insults you wished you could swing the Hero’s way without being harshly reprimanded. 

   "I wouldn’t call that proper exactly," a chuckle reverberated from the back of his throat, gravely and dark as he misrepresented your movements. Fingers still slick from your saliva caressed your bottom lip, massaging it in a way which played straight into the undermining tilt of his words. "Although I’m sure you must be dying to wrap your pretty lips around my cock. Would give you a good reason to stay quiet, uh?"

   You really had been intending not to fall for his obvious goading, not trying to give the Pro anymore reasons to be harsh with you (or even worse, give him an excuse to leave you alone and to a fate worse than his company ever would be). 

   Had tried so hard too, but the cocky villain in you could only take so much degradation before it snapped. 

   "Goddamn it, are you trying to fuck me or bore to death?" As for the slight quivering in your voice, you dearly hoped he wouldn’t pick up on it. 

   Predictably enough, that slip earned you another harsh tug from the capture weapon, your whole body pulled back until you thought you were about to be snapped. 

   "I was just about to praise you for being all sweet for me, V/N." The switch from his pet names to your alias felt like a bucket of ice being dumped on you, voice a slow drawl while he tugged once more from your bottom lip, but this time harsh enough to have you wincing. "I’m trying to teach you how to be a proper girl, so don’t make me regret it. Or would you prefer to go take a prolonged vacation in a holding cell?"

   He already knew your answer judging by the way his eyes coldly studied you, unearthing the secrets you uselessly attempted to hide with an ease that unnerved you (and, as much as you loathe to admit, fascinated you). 

   When he tugged at your mouth again, nails sinking just enough to be noticeable, you knew he was expecting a verbal answer. And a nice one, at that. 

   "Then fucking get on with it…" Words slurred at the end, caught up in the increasingly somber aura of your captor before you swallow thickly, quickly adding as an afterthought, "Please."

   At that, his scowl receded enough for some satisfaction to find its way back into his grimace.

   The more you struggled, the sweeter your surrender became.  

   "Not perfect, but better," he conceded with a thoughtful hum.

   If you had properly studied just who he was beyond his active Heroism, then you would’ve understood just how accustomed he was to insubordination. If anything, your act only served to make him feel more at home.

   You had barely any time to wonder about whatever he had planned next though, because in an instant that damned contraction of his was moving you around once more, twisting you until you were facing the brick wall of the alleyway with heaving breaths. 

   Your legs were now maneuvered until you were forced to keep them apart just a smidgen, the new inviting space between your thighs surely a most intoxicating promise for the sick man manhandling you. And your back experienced pain afterwards too, harshly pushed until you had no option but to allow yourself to be pressed against the dirty walls; As a result, you found yourself with your ass backed up and for the world to see, the frilly skirt of your dress caught somewhere between all the movements.

   Yet even being roughed up as you were, when a hand reached out to tug your ruined underwear away you couldn't help greedily rutting into it, too worried by the fire gathering in your lower belly to care about maintaining a semblance of the reluctance you would later claim to have experienced. 

   It was almost comical for the Hero to observe the pathetic image you were now serving up on an ornate platter —especially when compared to the list of deviant crimes and horrors your spreadsheet of accomplishments preached. For all intents and purposes, you really were a horrible, messed up individual…

   So it was a wonder why his mind had kept supplying him with the same descriptor ever since he first saw you, the same sweet little word that he thought might as well be written all over your skin for how accurate it described you.

   A cute little doll (soon to be his cute little doll). Despite believing himself to be a fairly responsable Hero, the man had never wanted to play with anything as much as he did with you.

   The sound of a zipper being lowered was alarmingly loud in the emptiness of your surroundings, as loud as a wail to your sensitive ears. When you squirmed below your restraints, nonetheless, you could no longer pinpoint whether it was from unadulterated fear or a sick sense of anticipation.

   How easy it had been to break you, even if you would never recognize it openly.

   "Knew you were into it, and now watch your ass trembling in excitement for me." He was chuckling again, not pretending like the cruelty coating his words had any other intention but to degrade you further. It had been just his luck, to find the one villain who just so happened to enjoy it. "I really hit the jackpot with you, didn’t I, doll?"

   When the lewd sound of one of his fists pumping his cock reached your ears, you didn’t even bother disguising the whines of complaint refusing to be contained any longer. 

   "Stop..." Words spilled from clenched teeth, growled out with an annoyance that no longer sought to defy, "Fucking..." but to demand instead, "Teasing."

   "Hmm, that’s cute. Why don’t you try begging me though?" His cadence was growing as bated as his breath, littered by intermittent curses as his eyes dined on the sight of your glistening core, held up and offered up for him to do as he pleased. "Beg for me to use you, and if you put on a good enough show I might just let you off."

   Another shiver rampaging it's way through your body, an exhilaration that could not be entirely pinpointed. 

   "Please…" You started, rough intonation dripping with venom —But Eraserhead didn't seem to mind the sardonic nature of your pleading though, not as you heard the litany of damnations being spilled from his lips. Your shameful excitement, your bitterness, your hatred… he would feast on it all and do it gladly. "Get on with it, bastard. Didn't anyone tell you never to toy with your food?"

   A low murmur was your only response at first, followed by the lewd sound of his pre-cum covered cock being harshly jerked.

   "Hmmm, aren't you being a bit too demanding…" His steps echoed again behind you, his unoccupied hand coming up to massage your ass with a rather firm grip. "Even with the begging, I don't think you've learned your place yet."

    When he planted a slap in the same place he had been eagerly caressing before, sharp and flaring up your nerves with the sting of pain and humiliation, you couldn't stop your scream from turning into a wanton little moan halfway through. 

   Even if he was hitting you, it still meant he was touching you, and so enticingly close to the place you actually needed tended to.

   "Do it…" your breathing was too heavy to speak in full fluid sentences, body flushed and mind filled with the buzzing of desire. "Do it again, fuck."

   You were still not begging him like he asked, but it seemed like your choice of words still greatly pleased him. Another slap rained on your ass, his big warm palm massaging the same reddening spot right after.

   And he kept going, the spanking echoing through your body and sending both pain and pleasured shivers up your spine—lewd sounds mixing in with the increasing pace of his other fist pumping his cock. Even without directly touching you, your pussy clenched and weeped with each firm hit. 

   "Damn, it's my first time meeting such a masochistic whore." Punctuated by his most painful slap yet, the globes of your ass left trembling and a furious shade of crimson to match his lust-filled eyes. "I can see why you've managed to stay free for so long, little villain." The debasement, paired with the pain of his firm strikes, had you moaning even louder. You couldn't even recognize your own sounds, nor the thrills you felt at this entire fucked up ordeal. "Wonder how many other Pros you showed this beautiful sight to."

   Even through the fog of sensations impeding you from being wholly coherent, though, you still couldn't help but want to set the record straight. 

   "None, fuck…" Words merging into another expectant whine when you felt his hand gripping your flesh again, only this time he was kneading you in an oddly tender way —Urging you on, fingers creeping closer to your needy hole. "I'm not… usually in the business of fucking Heroes. Shit, I hate this…" 

   But you didn’t, and when you were surprised by the warmth of his naked erection barely grazing the sensitive outer lips of your cunt, you couldn't help the sigh of relief that escaped you. 

   "Goddamn, V/N, even while you're an ill-mannered brat you still manage to know just what to say." 

   And then the older man was sliding his cock in the juncture of your thighs, teasing your core by pressing against it while grunts began to escape him. You thought you could cry from having him so close yet still not where you wanted him, but then his shallow thrusts against your legs proved to be much more stimulating than you first expected. 

   The fat head of his cock even managed to somewhat stimulate your puffy clit with its movements, pushing in its direction as your essence continued to leak out and cover you both. And It was so absolutely debauched, to think a Hero was using your thighs like a fucktoy while you were tied down and unable to stop it....

   But it felt so good. Even without him actually in you, you had never been this turned on before. 

   "More… ughhh," you were now screaming with the side of your face pressed flush against the disgusting brick walls, needy sounds filling the night and making it privy to your descent into madness.

   Another thrust, this time angled just precisely enough not to caress your pleasurable areas. Punishment, you feverishly thought while you attempted to wiggle your ass, eager to force more of that delicious friction you were quickly becoming hypnotized by. 

   "Now, V/N," his gruff voice had adopted a mocking tone of reprimand as he continued to rut against the soft skin of your thighs. "Haven't I taught you anything, yet? If you want something…" The hand returned to your heated skin, digits underneath you both spreading your pussy enough for the chilly night air to send shivers straight to your core. "You gotta say please."

   And say please you did. Screamed it even, so eager for more and already far beyond feeling any embarrassment. 

   He didn't fuck you, not like you really wanted, but suddenly his thick shaft was sliding between your lips as his capture weapon aided him in angling your body just right, pulsing against your hole while he found a new rythimn. When both of his hands returned, one of them held you back to make the process even easier while the other swiftly joined his cock in tending to your eager pussy.

   So lost were you in the new raw excitement seizing you, in the knowledge of just how messed up you both were for engaging in such debauchery —so distracted that you didn't even notice the faint buzzing returning to your arms, the vibrancy of an old frequency being reactivated and allowed to encapsulate you again.

   (You didn’t notice, but fuck if it didn’t made your orgasm all the sweeter.) 

   You were cumming like that, your moans resembling squeaks, your body feeling closer to a used fucktoy than a human being. The hero kept rutting against you, the joint efforts of his cock and hand mercilessly continuing to abuse your spasming cunt while your cries filled the space with their decadence. 

   You felt dirty, guilty, maybe even a little ashamed as the orgasm briefly gave you a clarity of mind your arousal had clouded.

   And yet, despite it all, it had been the best you felt in years, possibly ever. As the Pro now tugged your hair, forcing you to wrench your neck just enough to look at him over your shoulder, you couldn't help licking your lips in expectation of what he had in store next.

   "You're gonna show me your face next time you come, little villain." He gave you just enough time to nod, eyebrows drawn as your pleasure got impossibly dragged out by the stimulation he still bathed you with. "And you're gonna keep begging me, keep showing me why you deserve to stay free, okay?"

   It was commendable, how collected he managed to sound while thrusting into your thighs like that, the sounds of skin slapping against skin driving each of his words home. 

   "Yes, fuck, whatever you want…" Despite your senses shortly coming back earlier, you were still too far gone to rethink your poor choices. You just knew you wanted more, and so you asked for it. "Just give me more, please."

   So fucking obedient. If your parents could see you know, their failure of a villain daughter being all proper and learning to beg for what she wanted? Well, perhaps saying they'd be proud was a stretch, considering you were also the one getting fucked in the middle of a filthy alley. 

   What you hadn’t expected, however, was just how well your begging would work. 

   Because the next thrust of his shaft was not between your legs, but aimed to finally breach your needy cunt instead, easily filling you up in one go with how utterly soaked in both of your juices you already were. The girth of him had you already clenching with renewed vigor, his hand stopping his assault on your clit just to give you enough time to truly savor the new intoxicating sensation.

   And when your eyes found his again, so drunk on the waves of pleasure you were that you also failed to notice the lack of scarlet coloring the orbs boring into yours, now inescapable voids of dark desire and a type of intense fixation you thought hadn't been there moments ago. 

   (Or maybe it was always there, and you had been too busy with your own turmoil to notice the clues being left by your so-called enemy).

   "Want me to stuff you properly?" His guttural question hit you at the same time as his sharp movements found your tender spot with experienced ease, walls tightening around him while your entire body struggled to continue holding yourself upright, relying more and more on the capture weapon to keep you from toppling over. 

   The binds still hurt from how tightly they wrapped around you, bruises sure to be left on their wake, but by that point you weren't so sure anymore the sting was an entirely bad thing. If anything, it just made the pleasure all the sweeter by comparison.  

   "Want me to fill you with so much cum that you reek of hero cock for the rest of the week?" He laughed while he regurgitated some of your words from earlier, the hand pressing against your lower stomach caressing you with a distinct sense of ownership as he elicited another loud moan with a sharp movement of his hips. 

   Noticing you reacting not only to his actions but to his quips, you could practically hear the self congratulatory smirk as he spoke next.

   "Bet the other villains would love knowing how much of a cockhungry whore you turned into too, doll. Talk about fraternizing with the enemy."

   And he was right, in a way. Because what would your fellow villains think, seeing you being wrecked by one of the most infamous Pros in the business, lowering yourself to pleading and screaming as he rearranged your insides. 

   Would you get called a disloyal whore or just a plain traitor? Not only would your spotless reputation and the myth you had fought to build collapse, but from its ashes your eternal shame could be erected. 

   A shame that would tower over you, looming around you while the eyes of your peers followed you everywhere. You could even picture the jests veered your way, the looks of utter disgust and ridicule...

   Somehow, the idea of anyone finding out only made your screams grow louder, impossibly more fervent. 

   "Fucking… get on with it."

   However, his rhythm was rapidly interrupted after your jab, his cock pulling out almost entirely as your core convulsed with the sudden staggering emptiness it was left to grapple with. More whimpers, struggling against the set of eternally unforgiving ties encasing your body. 

   "But you're making me do all the work, little one" Another slap shook your entire frame as it landed heavily on your still pained cheeks. You were so sore, both from the previous set of hits and from the sheer exhaustion starting to set in, muscles tight and resentful from the awkward positions your body had been manhandled into. "If you really want to continue this, how about you start doing some of the heavy lifting, uh?" Just like before, his palm started massaging the tender spot he had just smacked, fingers digging into your supple flesh being as close to comforting as the Pro seemed capable of. "Show me just how good you can be."

   And you could've argued, truly, could've even attempted to hold onto the last vestiges of your pride…

   You could’ve done a lot of things, but the truth was that when his weapon relented its hold at last, retreating from the underside of your knees and giving in just a smidge for the first time since you had been captured, you didn't waste any seconds before you were chasing after your high with renewed vigor.

   Greedily sinking into him with an obscene sigh, you audibly marveled at the curve of his member being deliciously imprinted in your insides. While you copied the cadence the Hero had previously employed, his grip on your lower belly fluttered, almost like he couldn't decide whether to take control back or allow you to humiliate yourself further with your own zealousness. 

   It seemed like the later prospect won him over in the end though, because he remained almost impassively still as you did all the work needed to bring you both deliriously close to your peaks. 

   The sight must've been spectacular, watching you, renown villain V/N, so thoroughly broken and willing to heed his every command. Impaling yourself on his cock, moaning and continuing to beg him for something you were already taking for yourself. 

   If he died right then and there, he doubted Heaven wouldn't have as much appeal as the scene still unfolding before his eyes. (But again, considering his actions, Heaven wouldn't really be the right place for either of you.)

   You were just about to reach your second orgasm, toes curling inside your shoes, fists clenched and a face that spelt poetic extasis. Angling the way you took his cock, every single movement driving him painstakingly deeper, slamming against a spot that made you imagine the stars falling from the sky all around you, their light being the one bathing you instead of the malfunctioning street lamps. 

   So goddamn close…

   Only to have him pull out again, this time completely. You were clenching against nothing, all stimulation stolen from you, and the bitterness of a ruined orgasm promptly dragged curses and complaints out of you before you could even think to stop them. 

   Eyes searched his, urgently seeking an explanation for his withdrawal only to find his glare fixated instead on that same dirty pair of stockings that had started it all. 

   Eraserhead must have taken the garment out of his pocket sometime while he fucked you, unfolding it from its scrunched up state until the crotch was visibly presented for both of you to admire, dark sheer fabric still stained from a mix of your arousal and spit. 

   When the Pro looked at you again, a beautifully dark smile topped his attractive face. He looked painfully content, the way he studied your own mortified expression reminding you of an artist studying his masterwork. 

   "Only the truly obedient ones get their cunts filled." You noticed then how his other hand was jerking him off again, erection rubbing against the nylon undergarments in a most obscene depiction. Too bad you were too frustrated to appreciate any of it. "I don't think you've… hell, you haven't earned it yet, V/N."

    You didn't even notice you were tearing up from the annoyance until it was too late. And maybe that was what finally did it, seeing you actually crying at his refusal to breed you like the slut you both knew you were, writhing in exaggerated despair as you found yourself feeling jealous of a stupid pair of tights, because not long after your pathetic reaction the man was letting out a pained groan of his own and spilling himself all over the damned garment. 

   But instead of rubbing your wailing in your face after he came down from his own delicious high, last few spurts of cum slowing down to a halt, you were surprised instead by the weapon that had been binding you for the longest time finally retreating.

   As expected, you unceremoniously collapsed to the floor, feet now unprepared for supporting your weight and your entire being wholly exhausted after enduring the roughest fuck you had ever experienced. It hurt all over, although you weren't sure whether your still present longing wasn't what pained you the most. 

   When you looked up to the Pro again, trying to find an answer to the new freedom you were experiencing, you were surprised by having the cum-dripped stockings thrown in your face. 

   And quite literally so, the still wet seed dribbling down your cheek and into your trembling lips, all before you collected enough wits to grab the offending item and pull it down with an expression of unadulterated disgust. 

   "Sorry, doll, but you were pouting so irresistibly," The Eraser user actually laughed, this time the sound coming with an untroubled merriment you did not think he was capable of.

   He actually looked worn out while he tucked himself back into his costume, accommodating the pieces of clothing until all hints from your ravenous affair disappeared. The bandages were wrapping themselves around his neck once more, looking more like an extravagant scarf than the most precise set of inmovilazing gear you had ever endured. 

   However, something about his attitude had you forgetting all about his newest slight, much too worried by a new cause of worry. 

   "Hold on..."

   Eraserhead looked down at you from his place after you raised your voice, urging you to continue as he finished getting himself presentable. The air of nonchalance around him was almost more intimidating than any of the actual threats or vulgar comments he had voiced prior. Almost.

   "Are you…" you swallowed the sudden lump in your throat, voice still raspy and hoarse after what had just transpired. "Are you really letting me go?"

   The man just raised one of his eyebrows at that, eyes crinkling for the first time and looking strangely amused. 

   "Doll, I stopped exerting my quirk on you while I was still teasing you good and proper," he declared bluntly. When his orbs glimmered again, you now felt like an imbecile as you finally realized they had completely lost the reddish hue to them. "So you know what? I thought you deserved to get an out of jail free card for behaving yourself… even if you still need to work some more on your manners."

   To call your shocked expression dumbfounded would be a disservice. 

   When his now bottomless eyes bore into yours for one final time, all you could do was stare back in dazzled shock. Your quirk was back, the Pro himself had just confirmed it, and yet you were still nailed to the spot, still anticipating his next words without even thinking of attacking him in the meantime.

   One little tumble and you were already his brightest pupil yet. He was now so glad to have waited that long, it only made the outcome all the more fulfilling. 

   "You don’t need to be so surprised, Y/N, we'll be seeing each other soon,” He kneeled in front of you for an instant, both hands reaching out to hold up your face in a gesture more resembling a lover than… well, whatever the hell you two were. So entranced you were then, that the use of your real name barely even registered. “It’s been difficult to keep you away from trouble thus far,” his acknowledgment reverberated in the alley, its meaning something else lost to you as you couldn’t help but become entranced by the new peculiar softness he addressed you with, “but getting you like this now, seeing you break so easily… fuck, I’ll mold you right back up, doll, you don’t need to worry your pretty little head about anything else.”

   And just then, for the first time you realized, the Hero’s lips were brushing against yours gently, uncharacteristically careful as he kissed you slowly. Even his hands were tender while they guided you, treating you as if you truly were a doll that could just be snapped with a mere wrong movement. As if he hadn’t just been treating you like a dirty hole for him to use and abuse just short instants ago. 

   But at least he did not seem to care about the mess that was your face at the moment, about the cum stains or the still damp trails of tears. And, for whatever reason, you found yourself returning the gesture in kind, melting into the oddly affectionate touch of a man you were still halfway sure you loathed. 

   Even after he left you, alone and a mess still toppled over on the floor with the shadow of humiliation cloaking your shoulders, your fingers couldn’t help but touch your lips with a bizarre mixture of bewilderment and horror.

   He told me I would see him soon, your mind supplied as you found yourself irreparably fixating your stare on the pair of now completely ruined tights you were still holding onto. The fact that you felt any type of excitement about the notion did not fail to mortify you. 

   God, even for villain standards you were fucked. 

But it was okay, because misery loved company and, with time at his disposal and the right amount of coaching, Shouta was sure he could teach you to properly crave his soon enough.

— — — 

And, 8k of foul smut later, if y’all read through that whole thing... drop by my ask to recieve your congratulatory gold stars! ⭐ (jk but I do appreciate hearing y’alls thoughts, it’s what keeps me halfway productive 🖤)

Last but not least, very special thanks to my best pals @reinawritesbnha​, @snappysnapo​ and @drxwsyni​ (who actually proof read this and helped me out immensely with her Big Brain Feedback. A TALENTED ANGEL). 

#bnha fanart #aizawa #yandere aizawa #aizawa x reader #yandere bnha #bnha imagines #mha fanart #bnha x reader #aizawa fanart #aizawa smut #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #anime fanart #aizawa shouta #bnha art #eraserhead #artists on tumblr #just art tingz

[luminous-shifting-vibes]

*sequel* to actual fucking quotes from the shiftblr coffeehouse discord server

once again, it's out of context because x1000 funnier

also x1000 longer than previous post

"ur satan is gnc af"

"Bestie I’m already having gender envy over a fucking demon please"

"O_O ODEPIJHFbavevisdpvfhzdcnjawedsidjksjdkoeirjfmkdsoeirujdksodifjndmksoidfjdksidfj ITS" NOT IN MY FRAFTS IS SPEDNT 1 hour PN THAT SHIT"

"AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

"ohoho sexy"

"I am very proud of myself"

"himbo x edgy fuck"

"YOU COULD SQUISH HES CHEECKS"

"he has teefs"

"SQUASH"

"good for biting 📷"

"he's a himbo basically"

"B͂̒̄iͫ̍̈tͧ̓ͯè̄̇"

"bifth"

"i havent watched blue exorcist in years but mr okumura my beloved </3"

"MY LIFE QUESTIONS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED"

"is it important information to mention that the person i put up for my turn is the son of satan" "I know like 1 thing about everyone who isnt ranboo lmfao"

"crimes"

"tumblr sexyman"

"idk why but my first thought was cowboy onceler"

"I vibe with him but he is very long and twisty"

"steampunk e-girl"

"steampunk tumblr sexyman"

"Canonically bi crimelord I agree!!"

"OOO FRIEND SHAPED"

"ARTIST SIGHTED"

"they look like someone i would want to be friends with but is way cooler than me so i'd never actually talk to them"

"babby..... would die for him"

"honestly i probably kin him"

"i'm sure he's lovely but he looks way too much like my ex i'm sorry-"

"i'd be down for another rotation! i have another twink to show y'all"

"Also :00 blonde friend"

"Let us all infodhmo"

"Hsjagdvbs shhh im on phone"

"Nix woukd you like to joon?

"skitters away"

"I have two braincells and they both drink dumb bitch juice"

"oof wait whats the order again i have 0 memory"

"i want to bond with him over cosplay-"

"Awkwardly watches in band kid"

"One day I'm gonna a broadway star"

"which isnt to say they were bad. they were just fortnite dancing during rehersals"

"I threw it so hard my glasses flew off and slid under the stage right divider"

"anyway heres my boi"

"emo"

"haha emo"

"virgil sanders kinnie"

"he looks like he listens to my chemical panic at the fallout boy"

"Bro I bet he'd kick my ass with his deck"

"bird man my beloved"

"fuck i had so much to say and then i forgot it all"

"Birds!!"

"guiguhuh"

"crabrave"

"She sounds like someone I would end up stealing her personality"

"yess name collector gang"

"alias glass aiden haven absinthe fish brick rice"

"But I have Cypress, Remure, Genesis, Lemres, and Comet"

"And she's named after a mars candy bar bc alien"

"Hey, if plato went by plato, you can be king thief"

"im not dissing my gramma like that shfojd"

"My dad has seven legal names" "bitches be like *looks at fictional character* *steals their name* it's us we're bithces"

"coraline lowkey traumatized me but i adore it regardless"

"mmmmmm magic man :]"

"°0° green man"

"criminal (affectionate)"

"he would shoplift a candy bar from walmart and then brag to all of his friends about the sick stealing he did"

"despite the fact he's canonically been capable of overpowering a minor deity"

"i would commit so many crimes for him"

"Very babey"

"Yes please tell green man he is very pog"

"he also keeps a lot of dumb secrets"

"but I will sorely miss the chaos and energy of this here chat until I wake again" (by request XD)

"i just say words and if they're funny then they're funny"

"* or extremly chaotic either works"

"at this point we are just taking turns rambling"

"oH--"

"bc my brain has a schedule"

"Hopefully they have gyoza there or I will lose my mind"

"hehe yes spooky man"

"my ghost glucose guardian"

"the head of the undead group that lives there, and we end up dating. (yes I date a ghost, no I will not be taking constructive criticism /lh)"

"ghosts r just inherently sexy"

"i mean im becoming a squid thing so"

"Raven quirk raven quirk!!"

"ł â m p"

"łæmp"

"mothman: ooh lamp you look very nice today! do you come here often? mothman: wait shit no"

"I'd date a ghost"

"mine is still accurate, i am still sobbing (/j)"

"p e e p e e"

""@nick wilde is a tumblr sexyman" is the best thing i have ever seen"

"im sorry im cackling like a dying hyena"

"you're all 12 year olds"

"PEENIE"

"He once caused global warming on accident so he could get a tan"

"god, what a himbo. i love him"

"that reminds me of my friends kin assigned me jesus"

"Man outside of battle be like: princely crying but then in battle hes like: "CATACLYSM! DISASTER! DEVASTATION!" Chill out man"

"Every time I talk about satan it never fails to shock people it's my favorite thing to do"

"im kin assigning him roman sanders" ""Oh yeah he caused global warming because he wanted to get girls" "he what""

"oh damn i forgot satan was straight"

"twink appreciation club"

"give us the twinks"

"my first thought was bottom-"

"so many people to try and get his dad to love him"

"daddy issued"

"OH MY GOD ITS WILBUR"

"Big boy but"

"anyways janus is swagggg"

"........................."

"gib twink"

"give twink then i will share"

"holds him gentle like hamburger"

"This dumb bitch opened a book that said "do not open" and got possessed by a little bastard"

"he is. fragile creachur"

"klug is beauty klug is grace i would let him step on my face"

"If I'm playing swap and I have to hear one more "Pwanet Powew" Im gonna lose it"

"Who is to blame? Pandora or the box?"

"Bakugo isnt my type but I respect the drip"

"i say like my type isnt long-haired pretty boys and girls that look so gnc that people have a history of confusing them for men"

"hes a gremlin and i can appreciate a pretty gremlin"

"that is to say i am attracted to VFlower vocaloid. This is a confession."

"note i am a lesbian"

"You may like Schezo wegey"

"why does he have one single expression"

"soul soul eater passes the vibe check"

"magic wand"

"I Want To Hold His Hand"

"i would commit a war crime for him any war crime idc which one"

"my favorite one is when he sounded rlly gay because he said "Muscular bodies keep me satisfied""

"p e a n u t"

"Klug is a homophobic homosexual its just facts"

"grug from the croods is peak male performance"

"jaw drops to floor, eyes pop out of sockets accompanied by trumpets, heart beats out of chest, awooga awooga sound effect, pulls chain on train whistle that has appeared next to head as steam blows out, slams fists on table, rattling any plates, bowls or silverware, whistles loudly, fireworks shoot from top of head, pants loudly as tongue hangs out of mouth, wipes comically large bead of sweat from forehead, clears throat, straightens tie, combs hair Ahem, you look very lovely."

"tag yourself im the fireworks shooting from the top of the head"

"i like essays"

"central time gang"

"11:11 pog-" (wait... is that a suprise angel number?? yes it is lovelies just for you <3)

"Then again im also a dumbass bitch who wonders what the souls in soul eater taste like. SERIOUSLY THOUGH. THEY LOOK TASTY AS HELL!!!! LIKE GODDAMN BRO YOU'RE MAKING ME FUCKING HUNGRY. Like. that shit- it's Bone Apple motherfucking Teeth. hell yea my guy. Im hongy now.... shlorp I'm seriously considering this. Like. They seem kinda like a liquid? But a solid? Are they like jello? The fuck they taste like my guy???? I keep imagining they're like sour, like sour candy maybe? Or do they taste salty? Sweet? Maybe some combo of two? Do they even have a taste or is it about the texture? The sensation? God my mouth is watering what the hell. I am starving. I think I need to go get a cookie. I'm gonna go get a cookie. Brb. I'm better. I'm still craving souls though. Which is a weird-ass cringey thing to say but I'm being dead-ass rn. They just.... look tasty???? And I wanna eat one. Thus. I am shifting to Soul Eater for the express purpose of satisfying my fucking cravings. enjoy"

"points were made"

"jello? more like helloooo schloooAHFJDSDAIDWNALDHSJKDAIDANDM"

"WAIT I THINK I HAVE AN ANIME GIRL BITING VIDEO TOO"

"anime girl voice: mmm! mm... ahhhhmp!! mmm, mmm... aaahmp!"

"i think it sounds great i'm going to start eating like that"

"several people are typing"

"do these look edible to you"

"forbidden gummies"

"when I was on lsd I couldn't eat my fruit gummies because I thought they were alive because they had little faces on them"

"oh shit yeah don't do drugs"

"anyways general consensus is puyos are edible, ty for your input everyone"

"everypony is a word so powerful it can bring nations to its knees"

"pls the self control it's taking me not to say "hewwo everypony" in gen chat when someone new joins-"

"hewwo evewrypony uwu deaw cewestia i hopwe it doewsnt wain owo"

"ive cooked up a sowution wiwth the knowwege ive acwued. they say a kitcwen time saves niwne, but im just savwing two. Ive gathewwed the inwedients to make a time sowbet. Thewe's hawdly woom fow seconds when the seconds mewt away."

"I had a ten year old sister... you know what happened to her??? very sad, very tragic... she turned eleven....."

"NIIICE"

"Guts dont say the secks word :( /j"

"watch your fucking language in front of the president"

"im so sorry lumi"

"i think you're like ehhhh 8/10 funny"

"now me???? 10/10. Hilarious"

"sometimes i have to take a step back and remember that this is the same guts i follow on tumblr /lh"

""ok every here's some good shifting advice!!! uwu have a good day" "yeah i did lsd and ate fruit gummies""

"i have one setting and it's whatever this is"

"my bitch ass cat just pushed the door open with his fuzzy face and now my sleeping dad is being lulled into dreams by Cosmo Sheldrake's 'Pliocine'."

"me on discord: nick wilde"

"me on tumblr: shifting water! haha funne! me on here: my hermit crabs are cannibals also i want to eat souls."

"im sorry yOUR VIBESA RE JUST SO DIFFERNT"

"u give off older cousin ive never spoken to but always admire at the family gatherings vibes"

"what the fuck"

"BC I HAVE LIBERTU"

"If you adopt me then yes"

"am I qualified for dad jokes???"

"we're all a lot smarter on tumblr"

"I'm like "awww... sweet... sweet little shiftlings... posting such sweet shiftling content... so pure, so wholesome... does not even know abcs....""

"can't think before you speak if you never think B)"

"I'm not responsible enough to be a mom"

"cat pet"

"show us pictures of the cat or i will do Crime"

"maybe thats me being a coward tho"

"MOTH!!!! MOTH MY BELOVED"

if y'all want I can make this a series bc shiftblr keeps giving me more content

#tw drugs #tw swearing #tw cannibalism #tw crime #tw food #tw homophobia #shitpost #out of context #out of context quotes #lumi's quotes

[demonfox38]

Okay. Made it through the last season of Netflix's "Castlevania" interpretation. Thoughts are below the cut.

I've often thought of this series as the exploitation version of "Castlevania," and hiring Malcom McDowell confirms that.

Although, I find it hilarious that both Malcolm McDowell and Patrick Stewart have ended up voicing the same character. I'm sure there's a "Star Trek Generations" joke to be made in there, but I'm not Mike Stoklasa.

Also, I was cracking up a bit when Varney's plot twist happened. Mostly, because it came off a bit Skeletor-esque in vocal performance.

Also, also—laughing that the final boss went the "Castlevania: Lament of Innocence" route despite barely touching on that game's plot.

Animation had its ups and downs with this season. It seemed like there were some frame issues (not enough inbetweening.) I do appreciate how they incorporated more of Alucard's SOTN animations into his fights, however.

Additionally, some of the fight scenes' pacing seemed to have issues, particularly regarding weapon recovery.

The whole bit with St. Germain was off. Like, he's a weird asshole in "Castlevania: Curse of Darkness", but he's more of a weird asshole there in the same way that casually encountering "Doctor Who"'s Doctor would also be strange. Not a straight up villainous boob. Kinda makes sense thematically to have another character who is willing to do horrible shit for their lost loved one, but the series honestly did not do a good job establishing her. Like, did she even have a voice actor? Or a name? All I'm saying is it was much easier for outsiders to get the Lisa revenge thing Dracula had going.

Also, how dare you joke about not being deaf and then have a villainous monologue, TV show.

Greta's a good girl. Well, outside of being an occasional homewrecker. Point is, she's competent and trying her best to save people in a bad situation, and anyone having issues with her is not to be trusted in the same way that you don't trust people who don't like Rochelle from "Left 4 Dead 2."

Look at me. Do not trust people who do not like Rochelle from "Left 4 Dead 2." Yes, her writing could have been better, but she's still a viable character. Let people Thunder Child their ships on the rocks of your better self. Got me?

Also, y'all really need to embrace more polyamory. Or understand the fact that Alucard's not going to love just one person in his life. Dude lives to be at least 600 in the game's timeline. For a dude who loves humans, constricting him to just one who may live to be 100 at best is cruel.

There are some interesting philosophical dialogues going on here, but I can see where some people may lose their patience for them. Considering one of Castlevania's most popular memes is a philosophy debate, you're just gonna have to suck that up. My personal favorites included the topic of acting versus reacting, as well as having agency in one's story.

Striga's battle theme was cool, but otherwise, the music was forgettable. Yes, that is a sin. Punishable by Death? In this series, maybe!

The gore's still over the top. Which, okay, fine. There's a bit of that in game. It's just generally a bit more reserved with it or uses it in crucial boss fights.

RIP doggie.

The Targoviste plot's a bit of a wash, but it doesn't feel as useless as Trevor and Sypha's previous plot predicament. It's just nothing of a surprise, considering how many times the writing has played the "authority figures are useless" and "dark secret surprise" tropes in this series. Like, Greta being reliable is actually more surprising than anything with this plot.

I cannot emphasize enough how boring I found Carmilla's interpretation and plot arc. You guys could have had a giant, naked lesbian riding a skull and spewing magic at people while her cat-eared girlfriend jumped them for extra damage. But no. Vanilla lady with a scarlet sword for you. So long. Farewell. Auf Wiedersehen. Good night.  

Gotta say, as much of a deviation from his source character as he is, Isaac really turned out well in this series. He's definitely evidence that you don't always need to stick to source material.

His Abel is fucking sick, dude. Way to go, king.

Also, I was expecting more violence from Hector this season. Oh, well. At least he got a teeny bit of a spine.

Look. I'm not an alchemist by any means. I'm just a bit baffled by this season's emphasis of obtaining a Rebis. Like, any time the game series has talked about the Magnum Opus of Alchemy, it's more been in pursuit of making a Philosopher's Stone (or at the very least, a Crimson Stone, as seen in "Castlevania: Lament of Innocence.") Pulling a Rebis out of the aether is…well. Could have been more interesting than it was. I mean, it was a bit nightmarish, but it really didn't do much.

Sypha's really never getting back to her family, is she?

Love the idea that the cross subweapon is basically a fancy chakram.

GERGOTH. BUDDY. FRIENDO.

Really appreciating the monster variety in these last two seasons. I mean, that's a big selling point of the "Castlevania" games. Not so much vampires standing around and bickering in dick-waving contests.

Breaking out of the bullet points to hit on the big subject of this season—that is, the ending being surprisingly happy.

There's been a lot of shit that's happened over the last few years. Obviously, a pandemic. Konami's run by pricks. Then, there's the situation with the allegations of sexual coercion with Warren Ellis. Additionally, the terrible ending of "Game of Thrones" likely impacted how this season was developed, considering it seemed to be chasing its progression in construction. (I mean, look at Carmilla and Daenerys.) I don't know how many people were happy with the last season of "Castlevania," but from my POV, it double-tapped itself in the foot with the way it pushed simultaneous sex and violence in its last two episodes. My point is, there was little taste for additional darkness, considering everything that has been happening. Society is drained.

A happy ending was what people really wanted. And man, did this pull through, in that regard. But, there's a conversation to be had in if this swerved too far or if it violates some artistic integrity to give people what they want. So, let's have it.

Look. Man. Have you seen a "Castlevania" ending? When you do it right, it's crumbled castles and rainbow-colored skies. If you do it really right, it results in a pretty girl holding the main character's hand. There is happiness in these games. Hope. Forgiveness and redemption. If this is supposed to be any bit an accurate interpretation of these games, it absolutely should end in such a joyful fashion. (Okay, maybe giving Dracula and Lisa a second honeymoon at the end was a bit much, but I get where people would want that.)

Did some items need to be addressed more? Absolutely. Alucard staking people and Hector getting sexually coerced into servitude are some pretty big topics to just wave away. (Oh, shit. That second part is even worse now with what Ellis was allegedly doing, isn't it?) I suppose I'm just glad the series didn't go full Sephiroth with Alucard. And at least Hector finally took some stand in his situation, even if it wasn't the bombastic, hateful revenge I'm used to seeing from this character in other stories.

I think the creators of this series were trying to save this show from the fate of "Game of Thrones." (To some extent, perhaps the "Voltron" re-interpretation as well.) There's so much media out there anymore that if a production team doesn't nail the ending, their creation gets wiped out of the collective consciousness. To that extent, I think the creators were successful in saving their series. Did it do damage to itself in yanking out of its construction and themes? A bit. But, in doing so, it pivoted back to being more like a proper "Castlevania" product. (And of course, by proper, I mean anything ignoring "Lords of Shadows." God, people need to stop chasing other products when developing "Castlevania" stuff and just let the series be as it is.)

I am very curious as to how much of this season was part of an original draft and how much was revised in backlash to everything that has happened. It doesn't seem like Trevor was intended to survive, but to some extent, Sypha had to. (I mean, until she has a kid, anyway. See "Lords of Shadows" series for dickery regarding that.) I'm also wondering if there was more intended for the Carmilla subplot, as much as the series was banging on about her invading locations. I'm not even sure St. Germain was intended to be a villain all along. Getting into a bitchfight with Death? Sure. Doing what he did here? That's a weird arc, dude.

If you come away from my POV with anything, it should be this: GO PLAY THE GAMES.

Do it. Do it, you ghouls. Go to the Steam store and download the "Castlevania Anniversary Collection." Boot up your PS3 or 4 or 18 or whatever and get "Symphony of the Night." Throttle Nintendo's stores until "Aria of Sorrow" or "Dawn of Sorrow" or "Harmony of Dissonance" or whatever rattles out of their moldy pockets. Find a ROM. Find an ISO. Just play a game. Especially, one of the ones made before 2010.

"Castlevania" as a game series isn't about hordes of vampires dick-waving at each other or edgy swearing or being grim and dark. Some of that stuff's there, sure. But, at its core, it's what game developers created when they looked at Universal Monster Movie creations and went "That's cool. Let's fight that!" It's a series about pushing technology in MMC chips to make rich, vibrant music. It's about flourishing artwork and layers of sprites dripping particles and gore onto players. It's sober and goofy and very pro curry.

The thing is, "Castlevania" players have their own unique connection to the series. We're the weirdos you see clapping their hands when a mutilated dinosaur shows up on screen. It's not because the monster alone is cool. It's that we've fought and struggled and bodied that thing through several floors like a goddamn "X-Men: Children of the Atom" stage. It's kicked our asses. We've kicked its ass. We've got a connection to it that you just don't get from passively watching it barf lasers through a computer monitor or TV screen. Like, you know how people go, "Well, the movie wasn't as good as the book?" It's obnoxious, sure. But, those who read the source materials have to go to the effort of constructing their own sets and people to understand what's happening. In a similar fashion, game players build up their own skill set to reach that next rung.

Maybe you don't always get a payout when you invest your resources into something. But, there is a sense of accomplishment, seeing what you can do.

There's a reason this series got an adaptation. I mean, outside of Konami's head executives wanting easy money. "Castlevania" is a fantastic video game series. Has it got a few problems? Oh yeah. Especially after outsourcing and pachislot machines became all the rage. But, there's a reason Simon and Richter Belmont are playable in "Super Smash Bros. Ultimate." There's a reason I spent a significant amount of time playing these games and writing or drawing fanworks for it. These games are wonderful. Beautiful. Difficult, but inspiring. Reasons I will still bang on about them decades years down the road.

When I get exasperated by layers of angst and edge lord content this Netflix series generated, I want you to know why. The roots of this show are good games held captive under poor management. Some people on staff know this. I wish they had more scenario and writing control. But mostly, I don't want to shit on them or their work. (Well, other than perhaps the obvious target.) I just want you to see what I love in these games.

And also to watch Crashervania. Because that's legit.

#castlevania #netflix castlevania #spoilers #tl;dr play ball or SOTN or a Sorrow game or something

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yangyang smut with edging or pegging pwease òwó

Hey Demon, it’s ya girl :) dude this was kinda fun to write but I’m still a bit rusty and I tried to make a unique plot for the smut so hopefully you enjoy it too, also y'all have a cat :)

Stuck

“Y/n, I can’t make this shit up.” Ten cackled loudly throughthe phone.

“No, Ten you have to be joking! I don’t know if I’ll even beable to help him because I might be dying on the floor.” You said as you tookthe keys out of your car. You exited the vehicle then reached behind to retrieveyour purse.

Ten continued to chatter on the phone as you speed-walkedthrough the parking lot of your apartment complex.

You had knocked a few times on your door checking to see ifYang Yang would come open it for you. He didn’t, so you resorted to using yourown keys.

“Yang Yang,” you called from the door once you had made itinside. When you didn’t hear a reply from you usually loud and cheerfulboyfriend, a smile grew on your face. You quickly disrobed yourself of your outerwearand shoes, throwing your purse onto the couch.

‘So, it was true,’you thought giggling to yourself as wandered through the apartment.

You took your time as you strode, your eyes noticing smallthings like how there was a now cold cup of tea on the kitchen counter with aphone lying right next to it. The washing machine was blinking indicating that itwas now done. As you turned the corner, low and behold, there was yourboyfriend.

‘My boyfriend is a crackhead.’ you thought frozen in yourposition.

Your almost 6-foot, killer stage-presence, dance prodigy idolboyfriend was right in front of you.

Stuck in the cat flap.

Before you could even form a coherent sentence, laughterexploded from within you. Your eyes tearing up at the sight, it was gettinghard to breathe from how hard you were laughing.

“HOW DID YOU GET LIKE THIS, YANGYANG?” you hollered as youwalked closer to get a better view.

“I know this looks funny, but I’ve been stuck here for halfan hour.” He spoke in a hushed tone.

“Why are you whispering?” you asked now kneeling next tohim, well, his lower half that that was sticking out the back of the cat flap.

“I don’t want the neighbour on the balcony next to us to seeme like this.” He explained seriously which only made you crack up again.

“Yang Yang, this stuff shouldn’t happen in real life, thisstuff only happens to idiots in movies.”

He huffed in annoyance before shaking himself forcefully causingthe door to rattle.

“Hurry up and get me out! This is exactly which I shouldn’thave texted Ten on my watch. As soon as you get me out of this, I’m blockinghim! You know what, I’m gonna block him right now.” he fussed bringing his Applewatch closer to his face.

You couldn’t actually see his face as his upper body was outsidethe cat flap on the balcony, but you could definitely hear him furiously tappingaway on his watch.

A smirk made its way onto your face as you studied his lowerhalf that was before you. He was on his hands and knees, his bottom in the air.

“You know, Yang Yang, this is actually how a lot of pornstarts.” You said matter-of-factly before placing your hand on his lower back.It was an innocent gesture and Yang Yang probably thought you were going toattempt to pull him out

He scoffed at you but then you felt his body go rigid.

“Y/n, the neighbour and his wife are on the balcony next to us!”He whispered quickly. After noticing that you didn’t respond but that your handremained on his lower back, Yang Yang spoke again.

“Why aren’t you getting oil or a hammer or something? Get meout of this!” he snapped in a whisper.

You replied with a low ‘Ok’ before walking off to retrieve something.Yang Yang’s worry dwindled as he heard you walk away. Thinking that you weregoing to fetch something to help him out of the embarrassing situation that hewas currently in.

It was a while before you returned, in fact Yang Yang hadbegun to listen in on the conversation on the other balcony.

‘Who the hell doesn’t believe in aliens?’ he thoughtto himself before he felt your hands grab the sides of his hips. Your coldhands had shocked him and he almost shrieked before remembering he was tryingto keep quiet.

“Finally, you take so long to do anything.” He complainedrolling his eyes even though you couldn’t see him.

It wasn’t until he felt something firm pressing against hisbottom that his eyes widened.

“Um, t-this isn’t-” you swiftly pulled his grey joggingbottoms and briefs down to his knees. His breathed hitched and his head turneddesperately trying to see through flap but failing to see anything.

“Y/n, are you crazy? There are people on the balcony next tous!”

Your hands returned to his hips, gently squeezing andmassaging the flesh. He hadn’t realized that you had gone to retrieve Yang Yang’sfavourite strapon from your closet rather than actually getting something tohelp him out. It would be easy to get him out, all you would need to do isloosen some screws and he would be freed. However, you had decided that youwouldn’t let this fun and risky opportunity slip through your fingers.

You rubbed your already lubed up cock against the soft skinof his behind.

“Baby, why would I waste such a perfect opportunity?” you askedlowly, grinding your neon pink cock against him. You then poured a generous amountof lube on his twitching entrance.

A small whimper escaped him. You smirked to yourself at thesound.

“It’s not everyday I can take you in this position so easily.You’re always so misbehaved, but now, your tight little hole is readily on displayfor me to destroy with my big, hard cock.” You could see his puckered holeclenching at your words.

“A-and if w-we’re caught?” he squeaked, his voice shaky.

“Guess that’s all a part of the fun then, isn’t it?” youanswered lowly, circling your thumb around his hole.

“Fuck,” you heard him hiss as you pushed the tip in slightly.His breathing was stuttered before he spoke again.

“B-be gentle. I don’t know if I can be quiet if you do it soha-” A loud gasp escaped him feeling you thrust so suddenly inside him. Hishand hastily covered his mouth to muffle his moans.

Your thrusts were deep and powerful. Yang Yang’s body shookas you plowed deep inside him. The door rattled with each powerful thrust. Ittruly did look like a scene from a porno.

“Fuck, this is so hot. Look at you, you’re just a dirtybitch who lets me use your tight fuckhole whenever I want.” Your words werefirm but quiet as you thrusted eagerly into him.

The idea of getting caught was both a turn on for both ofyou but you would both also be horrified if the elderly couple next door heard yourlewd acts.

Yang Yang’s one arm that was holding him up gave out afteryou had pounded his hole so hard that he swore he could feel it in his belly. Youwatched intensely at the neon pink dildo disappearing into his throbbing holewith each thrust.

It felt dirty, like he was some gloryhole whore who anyonecould come fuck. His hands and cheek were flat against the balcony floor. Bitinghis lips to prevent any of his high-pitched whines from being heard, he closedhis eyes, imagining he was just some slut with their ass on display and that youwere some horny stranger taking advantage of him.

“Your little ass is devouring this cock like a pro, I betyou just love having a cock rammed into you until you’re gaping wide open.” Yousaid grinding your thick cock into him.

“Mmmph! Please!” he cried as quietly as he could now pushingback against you.

“Fucking cum for me you needy bitch.” You ordered with afinal rough thrust.

His thick, hot cum splattered onto the floor not long afteryou spoke. Slowing down, you halted your movements seeing that he had climaxed.

Falling back onto your bottom after feeling the sting ofexhaustion in your hips and thighs from pounding to him with such force. Youwere both gasping, Yang Yang more rapidly than you after cumming.

You gently pat his bottom that was still propped up in theair.

“You took it so well; I think you deserve to be let out now.”You said with a tired smile followed by an amused giggle when you rememberedthe situation.

Yang Yang could only manage a half-hearted nod as his body twitched.

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Moving On- Chapter Four

Warnings- Mentions of sex, cussing(is that a warning?), some heartbreak, toxic relationship, and some very fluffy, in love Aizawa. Enjoy <3

"Nah, dad, I'm full." Lilith smiles at papa and dad respectively. They both smile lovingly at their bonus daughter. "It's nice having the two of you home. Really, it is." Jasper look up from her phone with a grin. "A week at this place was very needed, honestly. I missed being around my old Daisy Mae." The eleven year old dog lets out a happy whine when she hears her name. Lilith nods and scratches the Shepherd's fluffy neck. "We totally use y'all for the cute dog. You know that, right?" The parents shrug with small chuckles. Jasper's phone buzzes, so she grabs it from the table and answers the call without looking at the ID. "Daedalus speaking." "Jas, I have a question." She smiles at the small chuckle on the other end. "What's up, Sho?" Lilith perks up at the sound of her old teacher's nickname. "Mic and I need sparring partners. You and Lilith wanna join?" Jasper looks over at Lilith, who nods eagerly. "Sure. Where-" "Mic left to get you not long ago. He should be there in two or three minutes." Of course Mic is already on his way. "Well, let me change and Papa or Dad will let him inside." "See you soon, Jas." She hangs up and rushes to her bedroom to put on some clothes that allow her to move a bit more freely. Meanwhile, Lilith goes to the front door and opens it to a very shocked Hizashi. "Hey, kid. You two ready?" "I am, but Jas is changing. Come on inside." He smiles at her politeness and walks in so she can shut the door. "I'll warn her when she gets out here, but Joke is gonna be there to watch." Lilith scrunches her nose at that. "And I'm not supposed to say anything about that?" "Well," Mic scratches the back of his neck, "if she steps out of line, I won't get mad at you. I can't speak for Sho, however." "Eraser will get over it." Mic is about to ask her to behave when Jasper comes out of the room. Instead of her shorts and tanktop, she's now in a loose, short sleeved shirt and some sweatpants. She reminds him a lot of Aizawa since her wardrobe seems to mostly be black. Mic throws his arms open, like he does every day, and scoops Jasper into a tight hug. "I missed ya baby!" "Geez, boomboom baby, don't crush me! I missed you, too!" They all three say goodbye to papa and dad before they walk to Mic's car. "Jas," Mic glances over at her from the driver's seat, "I'll tell you what I told Lilith. Joke insisted on watching the sparring." "Okay, but she better not throw a fit if Sho and I happen to bump into each other." Mic smirks. "I'll call her out on her bullshit, okay? That's the best way for Sho to keep some sort of sanity." Other than that short conversation, the car ride is quiet. Well, as quiet as a car ride with Mic can be. He sings whatever random song pops into his head. Rather than going to the school, Mic takes them to his and Aizawa's shared apartment. Outside, Aizawa is calmly wrapping his knuckles with tape while his girlfriend is rattling on about something. To be honest, he doesn't even know what she's saying. When he hears a car door close, Aizawa looks up and smiles at the sight. Lilith seems ready for this, Mic is already pulling leather gloves on, and Jasper is just.. here. Her blue eyes meet his, and both of them smile. "Hey, booboo eye." "Geez, hey Jas." He can feel Joke glare a hole through the back of his head. Jasper glances at Aizawa's bare arms, shocked that he isn't wearing his usual hero costume. Instead, he's pretty much wearing the same thing she is. "Christ, Sho, I thought you were scrawny." He tilts his head, suddenly aware of her looking a bit worriedly at his toned biceps. "Oh, that. It's nothing." "Hey, who is pairing with who?" Mic's question snaps Jasper's attention from the fact that Aizawa is built. Joke quickly chimes in. "I mean, guys against girls sounds fun." When Aizawa shakes his head, she glares even more(if that's possible). "I work with Mic all the time, and Lilith is pretty much Jasper's partner. I'm thinking support quirks versus physical quirks." Joke tilts her head. "So you and Lilith?" Aizawa can't help but chuckle. "Nope. Jas, you're with me." Jasper knows she should stand up for Joke, at least a little. She's obviously pissed that Aizawa wants to partner with her. Still, he has a point. Working with other quirks has great advantages. She shrugs, meeting Aizawa's smirk with one of her own. "Okay, Eraser. I would love to work with you." "Then we should talk strategy. Two minutes to debrief with our partners?" Mic nods in agreement and waves for Lilith to follow him. Joke follows Aizawa and Jasper when they move farther from the other duo. Still, the two friends ignore her presence. "Okay," Aizawa glances towards Mic, "you've worked with Mic. His quirk is devastating. However, he can't use it at full capacity during a spar." "Lilith's quirk is strong, too. She'll make them weapons, I'm almost sure. Honestly, you should keep her quirk cancelled." Aizawa nods understandingly. "Are you comfortable having a one on one with Mic?" "I won't let him beat me in close combat, Sho. Who do you think I am?" He smirks at her retort. "I trust that you can take a beating, Jas, don't worry. Still, I have my scarf, so don't freak out if I randomly yank you out of his reach." "Just yell my name beforehand, deal?" "Deal." Joke glares at Jasper as she giggles with Aizawa. How dare she call him Sho like it's okay? They don't know each other well enough to be on nickname terms. But.. he did call her Jas rather than Jasper or Daedalus. "Y'all ready to get your asses beat?" Mic's teasing remark makes Aizawa's eye twitch. When they walk in front of the other duo, Jasper pulls brass knuckles from her pocket and slips them over her fingers. Mic notices and smirks. "Remember your eye drops, Sho?" "Shut up and throw a punch, man." Mic shrugs and immediately reaches for Aizawa's scarf. Jasper doesn't waste anytime landing a kick in the blonde's abdomen to knock him back while Aizawa gets out of the way. It seems they planned to go after the opposite people because Lilith rushes cold air straight at Jasper. She'll always tell people, as simple as a quirk like cloud manipulation sounds, it has so many uses that it's crazy. Suddenly, the cold is gone and Lilith let out a weird growl of frustration. "Damn you, Eraserhead!" Aizawa lowers his goggles over his eyes with a smirk. "Come after me then, brat, or are you too scared?" He really knows how to push her buttons. As soon as Jasper takes her attention away from the two of them, Mic has the front of her shirt gripped in his fist. "That really fucking hurt, baby, so I apologize for this." She covers her ears, but his laughter makes her curse. His free hand goes into a fist and he lands a punch directly to her diaphragm, knocking the wind from her body. Rather than dropping her, He actually slams her into the hard dirt, which causes tears to prick the corner of her eyes. "Givin' up already, baby?" When her eyes open, he freezes at the bright orange color. He knows that he has to move, keep out of her sight, but it's too late. She smirks and glances beside her. Luckily enough, there happens to be a beetle. "Hey, Mic, I see that your biggest weakness is bugs." "Fuck." As soon as she throws the beetle on him, he lets out a loud yell. "Hey, Mic," Lilith yells from behind him, "you were supposed to warn me if you were about to- fuck!" Apparently Aizawa cut her words off. Jasper jumps to her feet, taking the opportunity to kick Mic while he's freaking out from the beetle. Once he's on the ground, she turns to see the situation between Aizawa and Lilith. Aizawa, like Jasper, specializes in hand to hand combat, so he isn't uncomfortable being in a deadlock with his former student. What does bother him is the fact that her quirk is just like....his old friend's. Even though her quirk is cancelled right now, her eyes shimmer blue just like his. It's too much of a coincidence. He would never tell her this, but that's why he gave her such a hard time as a student. He never disliked her. In fact, he saw her potential faster than any other teacher did, but he let the fact that she was like his old friend get to his own head. Lilith throws a punch, easily connecting with Aizawa's jaw. He smirks from it, already wrapping his scarf around her ankle. "Fuck!" He lifts her into the air easily and sends Jasper a nod. "I think we won this-" When he cuts off, he drops Lilith from the air and throws his scarf at Jasper. When it wraps around her waist, she notices Mic getting up and turning the dial on his speaker up. Aizawa yanks his sparring partner towards him, accidentally pulling her into his chest. "Sorry, but cover your-" Mic lets out a loud yell just as Lilith throws her own hands over her ears. Aizawa covers Jasper's ears with his large hands, and opens his eyes, cancelling Mic's yell almost as soon as it started. "Okay! We're done! Fuck, my eyes hurt.." Aizawa takes his hands from Jasper's head and starts rubbing his irritated eyes. Jasper rushes to where Lilith is sitting on the ground. She smiles at the white haired girl before she extends her hand to her. Lilith grins and gladly takes the help in getting up. "Yeah," Lilith pops her neck with a sigh, "he isn't aging fast enough." "Hey, if he didn't have your quirk cancelled, you could have beat his ass." The two girls laugh. Aizawa and Mic give each other a high five. "Here, Sho." Mic digs in his pocket for a bottle of eyedrops, which Aizawa takes gratefully. "Thanks, man. That was fun." "You enjoy working with Jas?" Aizawa rolls his eyes before throwing his head back to use the drops. The cooling sensation makes him sigh softly. "Of course I do. She's a very talented pro." Mic drops the subject when he notices Lilith, Jasper, and Joke walking towards them. "Sho," Jasper places her hand on his sweaty back, "thanks for covering my ears. That shit would have hurt." "Trust me," he chuckles, "it did hurt." When her gaze turns to worry, he throws his sweaty arm around her shoulders. "It's fine. I live with the guy, so I have a bit of a toler-" "Shouta." He grimaces when Joke calls him by his first name. "Yes, Joke?" "Get your arm off of her. Now." "I'm sorry, but I didn't realize that Eraser was dating his mom." Jasper is quick to yank Lilith to her. A real fight wouldn't be a good idea at this moment in time. Mic even gives her a pleading look that speaks 'let me handle it'. "Joke," Mic does great at keeping his voice patient, "we're all just having a good time. Don't bring it down with all your jealousy bullshit." Joke scoffs. "Whatever. Shut up, Mic." Something behind the friendly gleam in his emerald eyes ignites. "Okay, Emi, here's what we aren't going to do. We are NOT going to disrespect me when I pay half the rent here. We are NOT going to boss around Sho like he's a child. And finally, we are NOT going to disrespect OUR friends." "Mic," Aizawa gently places a hand on the blonde's arm, "allow me, please. I appreciate your concern, but she's my girlfriend." Joke smirks, obviously thinking that she won the argument. Aizawa narrows his grey eyes at her slightly. "I need you to leave, Joke." "What?!" He holds a hand up, obviously treating her like she's an unruly student. "I'm not dealing with this today. Today I'll be hanging out with my friends. I need a break and I would like to spend it around these three." When she stomps her foot, Aizawa is reminded of a toddler not getting their way. The difference is that it can be slightly amusing with a toddler. "Joke, go." "No. You're my-" Jasper doesn't meant to interrupt the tantrum, but something about it finally pushes her over the edge. "Shut the fuck up, Joke." Mic slaps a hand over his mouth, and Lilith has to do the same to keep from laughing. Aizawa stares at Jasper, shocked. Joke turns her glare to Jasper, who has her arms crossed over her chest. "Excuse me?" "I don't think I stuttered." Aizawa goes to stand between them, but Lilith reaches out and grabs his arm. When he looks confused, she shakes her head. She knows Jasper better than anyone else. If there's one person who can show Aizawa that he can do better, it's her. "I don't think you understand, Jasper, that he's my boyfriend." "I don't think you understand, Emi, that he isn't your property. Sho is allowed to live a life with friends that you don't hang out with." Joke scoffs. "Who the hell do you think you are, anyways?" "Oh," she fakes a wide smile, "where are my manners? I'm the All-Knowing hero, Daedalus, and if you don't respect my friend's wishes and leave then we're going to have an issue between us." "You enjoy being a smart ass?" "Kinda, yeah." The two women stare into each other's eyes. Joke's shine from possession and anger, but Jasper's only show how protective she can be. She's usually a patient person. It's really hard to annoy or piss her off, but Joke seemed to find the one thing that makes her blood boil. Joke is a bully. That's all there is to it. "You don't scare me, Daedalus." Jasper smiles in what could be taken as either sweetly or sarcastically. "I prefer it that way, hun. Now, skedaddle before I teach you how to play thirty-two pick up." She sees Joke throw a punch, so she raises her arm to easily block it. "Oop, too slow." With a quick swipe of her foot, Joke is knocked on her ass in the dirt. Aizawa, having seen enough, activates his quirk and wraps his scarf tightly around Jasper's wrist. She looks back at him, shocked to see anger in his eyes. "Sh-Sho, I'm.. I'm sorry." "Joke," he ignores Jasper's apology, "leave, now. You raised a hand to my friend, and I will NOT tolerate it." He knows Jasper would beat Joke in a fight. Why would she? Well, Aizawa wouldn't let Jasper fight alone, that's why. "Fine, but if I leave, we have to have a talk about our relationship!" "Later. As of right now, I'm not sure we have one." That makes everyone freeze. Even Mic's jaw drops. Joke shakes her head, laughing out of sheer disbelief. "You.. you don't mean that. You're just angry." "We'll discuss this later. Leave before I get angry." He isn't already angry? Joke slowly backs away, eventually getting in her car and driving away. Jasper tugs at Aizawa's scarf, which he quikly takes off of her wrist. "I apologize, Jas. I shouldn't have wrapped your wrist so tightly." She looks at the forming red mark and lets out a small chuckle. "Hey, it's nothing Rumi hasn't done to me before, booboo eye." The comment makes his cheeks flush, but his laughter makes the tightness in her chest release. Lilith takes a grand opportunity. "She really prefers the kinky stuff. Ropes were fun, so was the cho-" "Lilith!" "But you can't ever expect her to be on top. Gives her real bad-" "Lilith Maebh Clarey!" Lilith chuckles and crosses her arms over her chest. "What? I'm not wrong." "I-I don't need everyone knowing!" "Oh, but they haven't experienced it, Jas." Mic's eyes suddenly shoot open from the realization. "Woooooah! Have you two..?" "Banged? Yeah, about two years ago. It was fun." Lilith is chuckling, but Jasper buries her face in her hands. "Jas, I promise I look like more of a hoe than you do. I have slept with more than two people." "Can my bedroom stuff just STAY in the BEDROOM?!" Lilith snickers, and Mic quite literally falls onto the ground laughing. Aizawa, however, walks over and places a gentle hand on her shoulder. When she uncovers her bright red face, he smiles softly. "If you're worried that you'll be judged, don't. I'm your friend." Her crystal eyes widen as a smile graces her soft features. A moment of poor judgement cause him to slide his calloused hand from her shoulder to her cheek, caressing it like he should be doing with Joke. Jasper's breath hitches, but she can't force herself to back away. This is wrong. Still, she leans into his hand, enjoying the way he runs his thumb along her cheekbone. Her smaller hand comes up to rest on the back of his, which makes him let out a long, content sigh. What he would give to pull her in just for a small kiss. He wants to be able to laugh at how much he has to bend down to press his lips on hers, or how she would have to stand on the very tips of her toes to keep him from craning his neck too much. What he would give to be in a different universe. A universe where an angel like her could possibly feel the same for the crabby side character.

"This is disgusting." Mic chuckles at Lilith's whisper. Still, she can't keep from beaming at the sight of her best friend practically melting from Aizawa's touch. "You caused this. You did it on purpose, you cheeky minx." She winks at Mic. "Of course I did. I don't see Mirko and Jasper lasting, and I want this to happen. Joke doesn't deserve Eraser. He's a good guy." "Are you a little infatuated with him yourself?" Lilith makes a gagging sound that seems a little too realistic. "As if. You have a better chance at getting in my pants." He raises a blonde eyebrow and smirks. "I do, now? How.. how good of a chance?" Lilith winks, yet again, at the over enthusiastic blonde. "I don't know, Mic. How good of a chance do you want?"

"Sho, you're too sweet." "Try telling Mic that." Her eyes wander to his bare bicep, and she notices scars littering it. "Do you have a lot of scars?" "I mean, I guess so. I don't pay too much attention to them once they're healed. I just hate that the one on my face is so visible." "I.. I like that scar." "I know you do. It gave you a clever nickname for me." She rolls her eyes and he finally pulls his hand from her face. "There's a pond not too far from here. You wanna go feed some ducks.. or something." Her eyes lighten up, and he feels his heart skip a beat. "I love ducks! Hey, Lil- where did Lilith and Mic go?" Aizawa glances where he last remembers seeing their two friends. For some reason, there's now no sign of them. Jasper shrugs. "Maybe they're screwing." "I.. I don't want that image in my mind." Jasper giggles and pats Aizawa on his back. "So.. ducks?" "Yeah, lets go see some ducks before I think about that image anymore." Aizawa leads the way towards the pond. It isn't super fancy or anything, but he likes to take a walk there when work and Joke get to be too much. He really expects her to disregard it entirely. Still, the way she beams when she sees one of the ducks makes him feel... alive. The two of them sit in the grass. When his legs brushes hers, her cheeks warm. "Do you come here often, Sho?" "Mic is my closest friend, but he's super fucking loud. I just sometimes.. I need alone time. Joke doesn't seem to understand that." "Am.. Am I invading that time?" His slate colored eyes turn to her. "You, Jasper, could never invade my alone time." Jasper's giggle makes his heart thump even harder than it already was. He pleas that she can't hear it like he can. A comfortable silence falls over the two friends as they watch a mother duck lead her babies into the pond. After a little bit of swimming, a few of the ducklings start to splash each other with the chilly water, which makes Jasper smile. Across the pond, two teenagers are walking, their hands clasped together. The boy even spins the girl in a circle, no doubt making her laugh. "They look so sweet together." Aizawa follows where Jasper is looking with a chuckle. "You think so?" "I mean, Rumi.. she doesn't let people know about us, really. I understand, though. She's a top hero, so she has fans.. and a reputation. Being seen with a support hero might.. might ruin that, you know? So it always makes me happy to see others so happy showing each other off." Aizawa watches as her eyes lose a bit of their spark. "You want that, don't you?" Her face flushes from embarrassment. "I mean, I don't want to seem ungrateful. I understand the privacy thing." "But you're allowed to want something, Jas." She bites her cheek slightly. She really can't lie to him. "I.. I don't want to be the center of her life. I really don't. I just.. something as little as holding my hand in public would be amazing. Sometimes I just want... I want.." Aizawa scoots a little closer to her, inviting her into the warmth of his embrace. It's not something he offers everyone. "You want..?" "I just want to be.. more appreciated than I feel.." There aren't any tears in her eyes, but he hears them. If she wasn't used to holding her tears back, she would be sobbing at this point. He wraps his arm around her shoulders and pulls her into his side. Jasper closes her eyes and lets out a shaky breath. The heat radiating from Aizawa is comfortable, and the scent of his deodorant is intoxicating. "Sorry, I'm still all sweaty from the spar." "No," she glances up at his face, "I don't mind. You actually smell really nice." He snorts at how cute she is. "Sho, that was the cutest noise I have heard you make." "It was not cute." "Shut up. It was." He smirks, suddenly shoving her back into the grass. "Oh really? Lets see how many cute noises I can pull from you!" He finds different ticklish spots around her ribs effortlessly, and each one makes her squirm like crazy. "S-Sho! S-stop it!" Even though she tries to sound intimidating, the constant laughter and giggles makes it a little hard to take her serious. "I don't listen to brats, Jas, sorry." "F-f-fuck y-you!" Her 'anger' only encourages him. He takes a few smacks to his arms, which sting, but not enough to make him quit. However, one kick knocks him off of her and into- "Sho! Oh shit!" Jasper leaps up and grabs his hand. He stands in the pond, water dripping all the way from the top of his head. Jasper covers her mouth and backs away as he starts ringing out his scarf. He lets out a small chuckle. "I deserved that, honestly." "Sho.. I really didn't mean to do that! I am so sorry!" He shrugs, now pulling his boots off to pour the water out of them. "It's really okay, Jas. Shit happens. Next time I'll make sure to move you away from the pond before I do that again." Despite him still dripping water, she can't help but throw herself into his arms. He feels her trembling and quickly embraces her. "Why are you shaking, Jas?" "I-I was so scared you would be mad.." He sighs and gently rubs up and down her back. "No, honey, I could never-" "W-what?" "I-I-I umm.. I could never be mad at you. Just.. should we go look for Lilith and Mic?" Jasper back away from him, her eyes scanning him. "Sure. Let me-" Her phone rings, and she sighs at the caller ID. "Hey, Rumi. What's up?" "Hey, are you still at your dads'?" "I mean, not at the moment, but I can head that way. Why?" She hears someone else's voice in the background of the phone call. "I know, Keigo- I just need to talk to you. Can you be there in thirty minutes?" "Sure. I'll see you soon. Love you." Like usual, Rumi hangs up without saying it back. "Sho, Rumi.. wants to see me in thirty minutes at my dads' place." "Well, lets go get Mic and Lilith. I should change, too." As the two of them head back to the apartment, Jasper can't help but let her mind wander. Why did Sho call her honey? Was it a slip? Why would it be a slip? Why does Rumi need to see her all of a sudden? Earlier she had told Jasper that she would be with Hawks again today. When they make it back to the parking lot, Jasper can already see Mic and Lilith looking around for them. When they walk closer, she can't help but notice that both of their cheeks are dusted pink. "Hey, there you are. Where did- why is Eraser wet?" "I fell into a pond. Why the hell did you two disappear?" Aizawa raises an eyebrow and looks at Mic. Mic can't lie to Sho. Even if he did, Sho would find out. "Oh, we uh..." "We had another sparring match. Just.. between us.." Lilith rubs the back of her neck awkwardly. "Yeah," Jasper snorts, "and between the sheets, right?" "...Maybe." Aizawa facepalms. "Our old student, seriously?" "Look," Mic holds his hands up, "she's an adult. It has been years, man." Aizawa sighs. "Whatever. I don't care, but Jasper needs to go back to her dads' house." Lilith tilts her head. "Rumi called me. She wants to talk, so once Sho changes we need to go." Aizawa quickly rushes into the aparment to do that. Lilith walks over to her friend. "Are you okay, Jas?" "I'm fine. I don't know what Rumi wants, but someone named Keigo was with her." "Keigo? If I'm correct, that's the number three pro, Hawks." She nods at Mic's words. "That makes sense. I knew she had a friend named Hawks." Lilith crosses her arms over her chest. "But why would she bring him?" "I have no idea, but it is weird, isn't it?" "Sorry, guys. I couldn't find my other boots." Jasper turns and smiles at Aizawa. Now he's in a black long sleeved shirt and grey sweatpants. He works his damp hair into a ponytail with a smile. "Coolio. Lets go!" Mic leads the way to his car with a grin. Lilith gets into the passenger seat, so Aizawa and Jasper get into the back. Jasper gets comfortable behind Mic since she's a good bit shorter than Aizawa. "You feeling okay?" Jasper smiles form Aizawa's concern. "I am, at least for now. We'll see what happens when we get there." He smiles at her, which actually makes her feel a bit better. Anything could happen, but she has her three closest friends right beside her. Because of that, she's going to be okay. Mic pulls into the driveway just as a car parks across the street. "Is that her?" "I guess. I don't recognize that car, honestly." Papa and dad come outside to greet their daughters and the guys, but the sight of Mirko makes them both tilt their head. "Pumpkin," Papa smiles, "did you and Mirko make up?" "I'm.. not sure. She said she needed to talk, so here we are. Dad, this is Aizawa, by the way." Aizawa holds his hand out with a slight bow. "Shouta." "John. It's nice to meet you. Hey, Mic." "Wassup, dad?" Jasper turns as Mirko walks to the porch. Behind her is a blonde haired man with large, crimson wings. Now she sees why everyone calls him Hawks. "Hey, Jasper." "Hi, Rumi. Do I get a hug? I haven't seen-" "I'm going to make this quick, and I guess in front of everyone, so can we all go inside?" Papa opens the door and waits for everyone to file into the living room before he shuts it. Jasper notices Hawks place a box on the floor gently. What the hell was he carrying? When Lilith notices, she goes and takes a protective stance next to Jasper. "Rumi?" Rumi's crimson eyes refuse to meet Jasper's, which slightly angers her. "Japser, I don't think it's going to work between us anymore." The room is silent. Still, in the silence is tension. There's anger radiating from Lilith, Aizawa, and Dad. Everyone else is confused. Why now? Why with that guy no one else knows? "Rumi, is this because of the job, really?" Hawks places a gentle hand on Rumi's shoulder. "It's kind of shitty to be.. having an affair with the white haired girl while saying you're loyal to Mirko.. don't you think?" "FUCKING EXCUSE ME?!" Lilith's outburst makes everyone jump. Jasper grabs one of her arms while Mic grabs the other. Still, it takes Aizawa cancelling her quirk and using his scarf to hold her still. "Lilith, calm-" "She knows DAMN well that we don't do anything! That's a god damn lie! You just texted me the other day asking about Jasper and now you have the god damn NERVE!" Color leaves Rumi's face as dad crosses his arms. "Tell the truth, Mirko. She deserves it." "T-that is-" Papa holds his hand up, cutting her off. "You know it isn't. You can't tell us lies about our daughter and expect us to believe it." Rumi finally sighs. "Fine. I like someone else. I lied, she never cheated on me." The confession slightly calms Lilith down. It's enough where everyone can let her go. Jasper sighs, ignoring the nauseous feeling in her gut. "Can you at least tell me who? I'm not mad." "Hawks, okay?" Now everyone looks at the poor guy, and he turns bright red. "W-woooah! I never-I swear- Mirko what the hell?! That's fucked up!" Her eyes shoot open in shock. "Y-you don't like me?" "What? Of course not! What gave you that idea?!" "You were always with me while she was work-" "Yeah, cause I'm your friend and I was under the impression that she was cheating on you! This is fucked up, man!" Lilith finally walks to Mirko and raises her fist, but Hawks grabs it in his hand. "What the- Okay, bird brain!" When her foot lifts, he's brought to his knees. Jasper looks away from the absolute cheap shot Lilith got on the poor guy. "I'm going to turn you into a fucking key chain, Mirko." "Try me." "Enough!" Aizawa shoots his scarf out and yanks Lilith into his grasp. "Calm down for now. Handle this later. Look at Jasper!" Lilith finally takes a long look at her friend, and every bit of anger leaves her body. Jasper is staring at the promise ring Mirko got her. She can see so many emotions swimming in her eyes as she takes it off. "Rumi, I'll pack your stuff from the apartment when I go back. For now, here." She flicks the ring at her ex girlfriend with a sigh. "Jasper, wait, maybe I-" Jasper shakes her head and goes to open the front door. "Get out of my house. Both of you." When they walk out, she slams the door in Mirko's face. Aizawa takes his scarf off of Lilith so she can go to Jasper. "Jas? Are you okay?" Jasper tries to smile, but the wall finally breaks. Thankfully, Lilith is there waiting to pull her into her embrace. "It's okay, Jas, I've got you." "I-I knew.. I knew it wouldn't work, so w-why am I-I so hurt..?" Lilith buries her face in the honey colored curls on Jasper's head. "You're allowed to hurt, Jas. You're human." When she sees Papa and dad walk over, she slowly pushes Jasper from her. Jasper meets her parent's eyes and tries to smile again. "I'm okay.. I'm a big girl.." Dad kneels in front of her with a smile. "I know, angel, but even adults need love." Papa nods and kneels beside his husband. "You might be an adult, but you're still our pumpkin. Now come here and let us hold you." She can't help but fall into their familiar embrace. Aizawa and Mic watch quietly, and Lilith goes to place her head on Mic's arm. "Lilith," he whispers, "you think she'll be okay?" She nods. "She's strong. She just needs time." Mic wait until Jasper stands again to go over and kiss the top of her head. "Is there anything I can do for you, baby?" She chuckles dryly. "Just please forgive how ridiculous I look right now." Mic chuckles and gives her a bone crushing hug. She looks to meet Aizawa's eyes. When she does, he stops leaning on the wall and walks over to her. "Sho, I'm so sorr-" "No ma'am." The tone makes her eyes widen. "You have no reason to apologize to me. I'm sorry you have to go through this. However," he reaches towards her, "you'll never go through it alone." His thumb wipes tears from her cheek. For a little while, the two of them forget about what's going on. In his eyes, she sees a Prince. The Prince is in a hopeless relationship with a Princess form another kingdom, and he only keeps it because it's the right thing to do. Her? She's just a local of the kingdom who happened to get a job serving the king. The two form a bond, but they could never be. In her eyes, he sees a strong Princess. He's nothing but a fool, the one no one pays attention to. Yet, for some reason, she graces his dreary life with a vibrant smile and a laugh that can brighten the darkest days. Yet, one person keeps them from each other, and getting rid of that person makes him look more than a fool. He looks evil when getting rid of her because only a few people know the truth. Only one has seen his tears, and only few others have heard the stories. "Sho.." "Y-yeah?" She smiles and walks close enough to lay her head on his chest. His thudding heartbeat brings a sense of comfort. "Thank you. I.. I don't deserve a friend like you." He wraps his arms around her with a sigh. 'No, my dear, you deserve so much more, but it isn't my place. Not yet...'

@katgalle​

#shouta aizawa #aizawa shouta #bnha aizawa #mha aizawa #aizawa x oc #present mic #mha #bnha #ua staff #mha oc #bnha oc

[castlehead]

beauty seems to be really funny most of the time and i like dat.

this idea that sends pop definitions of beauty running for the hills makes for some

quality distance, if only one step back.

what if i had any idea who i was but could see into everybody else

phone home cheeky cosmic touch m8 gonna think this is too easy

yeah but not let’s feel this way without before examining ourselves

for anything fake about it first parting from the idea that there wasnt anyway

and then parting cuz that knows so much

that part of me knows so much abt what do you call it extreme fear of maudlin

i run naked thru the grass singing abt yesteryear

                        ...There’s a move in social situations I like to call, “around the sun” whereby you wait for the game to end to play music, or wait patiently for one plan of another to say its peace so you can say yours. I like to take it to a more extreme level and say, turn down the fuckin tv, I want to listen to a thing I find beautiful.

SONG ONE : like the earth

1. Sit back and dream of clouded metaphors Reveal the schemes that we devised Back in the day, when ur hands were small And the WORLD splayed out colorfully Before our eyes

(chorus)

Take ur thronging bussloads of the living dead Take all the lifetimes of a million busy heads Ur sly intellectuals that laugh in the dome The only place, the only place is in the peaceful tones Of singing birds perched on ascending wires, like notes

2. Caught u up past three, sitting on the porch I woke up from a dream that I immediately forgot That seems to happen a lot, especially if previously I torched a dutch and passed the fuck out But from the ether of my dreams I heard, from the scope of reality I heard you shout

(chorus)

3. The sun and the moon both live in a box And the box is a square made out of lead And the square lies motionless in ur head Like a body on the rocks

Watch the hour tuck away into an evening A day nestled in afternoon light From the beginning In ur mind that made all minds the same The twilight creeping across ur paper brain And I can only burn and burn and burn

And I can turn round like the EARTH And I can be a sphere like the EARTH And I can stitch up the nations With fear, like the EARTH

(chorus)

                        ...people who call it a false flag just don’t wanna think it’s their own who bomb, if it can’t be a towelhead.

SONG TEW : the rainbow

The sinister rainbow blinks over the clover And the dawn is a monster in my brain I'll take a picture before this song is over And I’ll fix u in a wheel to keep me sane

Don’t break out the gin for the old lady creepers Smoke until the blur makes ur head float around I live in hades, burn my tongue on the heater When I lick this heaven ill taste yur sound

(chorus)

What Im saying isnt deep What Im stealing isnt cheap But I know that if i play it loud and long That this song in my head will instead Form a beat

Like a stranger in the rain Slowly driving me insane There's a fork in the road And I dont know whether Or when, all this shit will come together In the end

2. I got a stupid friend who lives in a pause He takes life from the tiger’s jaws, and prays

That life begins again, after it is over And the rainbow shines like a dream, in a daze

Ill take u thru the eye of the needle Ill breathe a testament to ur false gods Ill tell the truth, and contaminate the evil And zap u like a lightning rod

(chorus)

3. Dont you know that the rainbow is the world? Dont you know that the news is already told? Im gettin too old to be unfurled Im seein the rainbow in my mind Im waking up for the daily grind Im singing useless things for useful people The rainbow is not evil, its kind Dont u know that the color kings rattle like a marble In a tin can? And the rainbow eats the darkness like a mother Without a son? Dont u know that u can never be a man? And the rainbow drags across the empty land And the rainbow drags across the empty land

(chorus) (chorus)

                        ...the only division is classical and romantic. all else is contributory to these two. postmodern, modern, no. romantic. it all follows the romantic objective. one is ruled by the time at which it occurred, and the other is ruled by the mechanism of breaking from any present time.

SONG THREE : an ending that promises to begin again

1. A legend sleeps in yur head somewhere You take yur trembling hands And grope for mine, like a bum for spare Change... You cant explain

This strange perdition that engulfs Yur position in the sane... And the trouble of the pulse That leads a broken synapse Up into my eccentric brain... Theres a clot in my neck And the ruins of time Keep me from being able to find A comfortable spot to rest

(chorus)

Im stuck in erasure--a constant exposure To the elements still provides me with eyes To see bad karma writhing in my spleen And I wonder if ill dream While the whole WORLD is awake Will I be the manufactured figure, Will I be fake?

Or will I take these petty abstractions And roll them up into a ball And put them in my pocket Just to feel the reason stall In my throat... Is life a puzzle, or a joke?

2. The life you led one sunny afternoon Is the life you never led again... I can appreciate the reasons For why you did not blend Like a chameleon in the room But cant discern the seasons Of the moon

Yur whispers prosper, loud Like a passionate apostle And the lords are proud of ur Painting on the wall... That skritter of an evening gone Is enough to scatter colors When the sky finally falls, And the lords are like the brothers Of what lorded over them... Take these idols and shatter them... The racket in my brain is loud And does not end And does not end And does not end, even when the jig is up Cuz ive gotten fucked by time: Its an ending that promises To begin again

(chorus)

                        ...Nobody starts an Apollonian, and only those are Dionysian who have the capacity for restraint needed to confer the Apollonian chariot, tho some die without a revision of the vision etc. some die restraintless

SONG FOUR : chauncey ames and the case of jenny preston

1. Chauncey loved the flowers Chauncey loved the trees Chauncey smelled the wind And knew that he was free

Chauncey took a cab home Chauncey felt the air flow Thru the window He paid the driver extra Just for keeping him From being alone... Back, once again To the place that he had left Long ago

In fact, it had been years and years and years Since the man had seen walls Not fortified in concrete... In fact, it had been years and years and years Since this man had put to rest That lying cheat

(chorus)

Chauncey was a killer That was his disease Got off on manslaughter: Fingerprints on a pair keys Got him twelve years For offing someone's daughter Even tho she was eighty three Cuz no matter how old u are Everyone Is a daughter or son To someone

2. Now he's out, but he has his fears... Maybe people will not like him For his past It is unclear Even after all the facts Had been presented... Whether Jenny Preston Was murdered, or just had a bad fall Onto a bed of broken glass They found her in the hall At the head of the stairs, flat on her wrinkled ass

(chorus)

Chauncey was a man of few words But in the end he was unheard His eyes were petrified In delirium His arms shook As he held the gun He took aim On the good book Instead of his brains just to prove a point His neck is craned His eyes like coins That shine their milky matter On the barrel of a luger

(Chorus)

                        ...doubt any of y'all would live up to the wit/confidence/sardonicism y'all judiciously sculpt for hours on the book of face.

SONG FYVE: my summer home

1. This is food for thought Write it down in chalk: The chimney puffs From the fire in the fireplace And erupts in a black plume And with luck The old man Balances a spoon On his nose He sits inside a room As the room grows Smoking from a pipe While its raining outside And the light Is waning, slowly waning, outside

My fingers and my toes Are numb to the bone And I will have my wish To swim with all the fish In the sea of my mind In time ill find A little spot in the country Somewhere peaceful and secluded Ill save up all my money And hope im not deluded And hope that I can find a place Thats nice, a lush spot For a good price

(Chorus) Do you feel that I feel you? Do you feel that you feel me? The time is right to live again To let the atoms wiggle In our spherical galaxy That seems to have no real end But the one that we assume Is reality, and soon We'll eat up all the doom

2. Concentrate upon a single understanding Dont let the sisters on the throne Rage in the dome And find out that this trip Needs more planning to exist

The sky is silver and the universe is green Ill show you things in this world That you have never seen Things that have been waiting So long to be unfurled Things for boys and things for girls Without an explanation Ill bring the nation together And hold it by a tether Show you things for boys And things for girls

(Chorus)

                        ...for example i would never be able to muster the cognitive stones to say all of this, in order, amongst the company of people, even friends

SONG SIX : notion

#1 im in the middle of this phrase Stuck between the lines Bless these simple chains I'll see what I can find In my simple mind To lead to some way out The drip, drip drip of water From the trippy rusty spout Keeps me awake I'll explain that to ur daughter The world is fake The world is miles away:

Chorus: Put a notion on the river And see it travel downsteam Suspended on liquid creature dreams I sweated thru the fever And, between the middle of this phrase Passed all my days in solitude And grew weaker, as the days Passed on in solitude

You can call me daft You can say im frozen In technicolor time That im stranded on an island In the middle of the ocean But I dont have the spine To wiggle thru the shaft And give you back This simple notion

#2 I gots a paper boat Lofting on the water It travels down ur purple throat And dissolves in the water

I set a fire just to see if it could think And I questioned the venom Just to see if it could blink Nonsense on the edge Of the bullshit day Chillin on the ledge, you shape the clay And drive the screws on down And drive the screws on down

I thought of you, thought of you And I felt like a clown

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#3 I crawl out, I crawl out I crawl out of bed I walk down the hall To turn the notion into thread And whisper rumors to the dead Sometimes I try to talk And my voice drops Sometimes the vague paralysis Defies analysis And you are left sitting on a chair In a yellow room That is a technicolor tomb Without a door, confined and spare, I crawl, I crawl I crawl out of bed And walk down the hall And fall and fall and fall Into the creation of sound Until I hit the ground And everything is mother night And the imperfections in yur eye Spangle in the strange notion of the twilight

(chorus) (chorus)

                         ...the broad concept of subjectivity has as much to do with a detailed exegesis of one tenet of it as death itself with the specific way we die

SONG SEVEN : collected and connected

You're a sharp one You're a dumb one You got nobody But the people in yur head

And everybody is connected But you aint connected to them Yur a ghost, on the interim While the fringes die out You live them out To the last splinter Until it is winter And the trees are all white with snow And the blue wind blows

Yu spend twenty minutes Feeling for the lightswitch In a room made out of figments That you shovel into a ditch And bury, along with all yur Dangerous ambitions And as you drive away, you feel The religion Of yur memories corrupt u And yu reel

CHORUS. Cuz everyones connected Everyones collected Into the same intangible organism That lives life in the schism Of ur teeth I watch ur lips move And cannot hear u speak I pick up on the clues and watch the pressure leak Until all of it is used And nothing much is left To be abused

Everyones connected by a string That trembles across the space Of every living thing The fractions of my face illuminate in the light I shake when i sing I am a yellow kite Mangled in a tree Forgotten by the breeze I am a thing, wafting in the breeze But I have begun again, my friend, Just by following the string Follow, follow the string

#2 Two days ago the WORLD was made of angles I opened my eyes to the lost ways And came upon a shallow swale The brush and branches tangled And the rays of the sun, barely Coming thru the jail Of the scary fray

Dont you think that yur fellow men Would like to lend a hand? And dont you think That this desert you have crossed Only gets u more lost Until u arrive at the brink Of the sahara, and find A single, solitary house Where a mumbling old man Is confined

(CHORUS) (CHORUS)

i always dress nice when i have no place to go. otherwise i look like a sweaty coked up hobo. its my chic, paranoid hobo chic. my comportment u say? quirky to the acquaintance, somewhat sad to the friend, an endearing mix of both with a dash of worry to the best friend, and an embarrassment to the significant other. im usually the life of the party bc i bring drugs so people are forced to tolerate my horror of a personality.

rejection is a rare and beautiful flower my time is spent tending it my life wants it to be a gift i water the flower it sits next to my bed it is next to a lamp littered under the lamp are dead ladybugs ladybugs are all over my house but if i am not meant i am not meant and i cast my line of poetry here trying to figure out if it was meant to be there wonder exactly why what is innumerable can be rare and think of lots of things

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